I have witnessed something that I have kept a secret,
It cost a lot to me and to them,
I didn't go to anyone for help,
I denied everything,
Including my existence there,
Now I have grown into someone who won't forgive herself,
Someone who can't stop thinking if I had done something,
Would it have been ok,
I was worried about my family; my friends; and yes even me,
But now I see you can't deny everything like that,
And I would give anything to change what I have done,
And try my hardest to stop it from happening again,
But we all know that that isn't possible so now what to do,
I just feel like I can never be forgiven.
they say a 'coward's' deadly secret, kills them everyday. that's what they say...not me. life comes with a set of choices nobody knows when one does something heroic, and no one that knows them know it. some of us seem to need witnessses... or a drink. what do you need, to be heroic for yourself? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we can see even the smallest glimmer of hope, then open up all your windows and let the light in Love Duncan X