A dark cloud appears before me
Blocking out all that I could see
You carry on and think that all is fine
You don’t hear the clues or see the sign
I cry alone while you walk past
You think it’s a phase and that I’ll last
But I’ve lost the will to carry on
The hope and love is there, but gone
I can’t remember how to laugh or smile
Been salty tears and silence for a while
I’d love to tell you just how I really feel
But I’m too ashamed to admit it’s real
I just stare blankly into space
A constant struggle constant race
I want to go on, I want to win
But my heart is weak, it just gives in
I know im not perfect or right in everyway
I might not do the right things or know what to say
So what if you hate me I really don’t care
I like to be alone with nobody there
The more people around me the more alone I feel
In a world of my own where nothing is really real
There seems to be some ambiguity about this poem, like the line about love and hope being there but gone. I doubt very much the person in the poem really wants to be alone, but is putting on a brave front?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.... these clues, we pick up on but choose to ignore. (not sure what I am tying to say but that part means something to me! ! ! !)