I'm sick because I tried too hard
To make you like me more;
Wanted to be the one you liked:
Too much to ask you for.
Almost gone, the life of me-
Just will enough to say:
Pathetic. I know, but I needed you.
My reason to cease the day.
Why'd I try so hard to love-
When I'm clearly just the wind?
Brushed right by you everyday,
But a smile you wouldn't lend.
Tragic how I wasted time
In worlds of fluffy dreams.
As I shout these words, you still-
Seem not to hear my screams.
How you found a piece of me
Then broke it in to more.
Almost had your heart and soul...
But you needed me no more.
Clouds of sleep surround me now;
Comfort before demise.
Fighting for a glance from you;
Not ready to meet the skies.
Crossed my T's...and dotted I's:
Just guess it wasn't enough.
Dig my grave; you cold, blind twig.
I'm glad death's not so tough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AWSOME! ! ! wow that was really good.lol so dark it was beautiful! i love dark poetry.lol~Hazel