What a great poison
to follow your heart
to go on instinct
while your world falls apart
What a great toxic
to let your passion lead the way
to not mind others
til your world falls away
I tried so hard not to drown
now i think i'm running out of air
I begged while being burned
now i'll no longer be there
I tried so hard not to cut
now i think i'm bleeding to death
I cried out while being 'healed'
now they think i'm better becuase i still have my breath
yet the definition of healing has changed
now its just hiding your pain
I tried so hard to live through it
but it seems i'm only ever going to lose this game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a sad poem... Your feelings are strong. Speak and i will listen.