I don’t believe you
When you say you care
I don’t believe you
When you say you’ll be there
I don’t believe you
When you say I should live
Why would you want me
When I have nothing to give
I just can’t believe
You want me in your life
Some messed up little girl
Who cuts herself with a knife
I don’t believe you
When you say you care
I don’t believe you
Or that you’ll be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amelie, Though you may not believe this, I know right where this poem comes from-your expression touches that place where I've been myself, and with dear friends, compatriates. What we tell ourselves sometimes constricts the depth of what we are, what we are capable of being. How many times have I thought what damaged goods I must be, how many times have I run away from reaching out to someone who was hurting, all because I was afraid of facing my own self, my own pain. hang in there, friend, and keep writing, you do have talent. Phillip