Sometimes I may seem as if I don't care,
But really.....I'm dying inside,
And I just don't want it to show,
And this angers you I know.
Sometimes I keep things from you,
Because I don't want to hurt you,
And somehow you always find out,
And sometimes staying with you; Is something I will never doubt.
But this I know is a lie,
How I know this... is because you have always stuck with me,
Even when I've done something stupid and regretful,
And something that fills my heart with sorrow.
I know that you will be there,
To help me through everything,
And this is how I know you care.
So when your down, weak or in need of help,
I will be there by your side,
To help you through it,
Because I care and I need you.
And I never want to leave you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem