Got your hands, covering your heart
From all the damage, like a bandage
Can only heal so much, till the pain starts
You'll cry in vein, the hand of blood.
Love is an illusion,
The pain you feel is a curse.
It's hard to function,
When you don't get what you deserve.
In your eyes, you have died
Behind all the lies, you're empty inside
Too many voices, inside your head
You're falling in pieces, in pieces
Torn apart at the scene,
You don't know what to believe.
No need to dream when you can bleed.
Rejections is all you see, besides tears
Despair, beyond repair
Tried fixing you,
Tried lifitng you up,
But I didn't have the right tools
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really really great poem. So well written