You cheer me up,
Then you brake me down.
When I wake up,
Your never around.
When I look up,
You see through me most.
Really to you,
I'm just a ghost.
A ghost of the past,
You can't seem to relive.
But I'm disappearing fast,
Might as well give in.
And yet here I stand,
Right next to you.
But you don't even notice me.
Do I even notice you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem