'You say you love me, but you never truly did,
Always striking where it hurt, no matter how I hid.
Beautifully crafted lies, mixed with crocodile tears,
But your deceit could no longer mask my fears.
I will never trust you in my remaining years,
Your poison slowly drained me, all those fears.
This is the end, no more 'you and me, '
For I have found my way, finally free. '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem