When we first met I didn't know you did this
Purging your soul by slitting your wrists
Escaping a dream world for what was real
Knowing only what you could feel
We came to love eachother
And you told me about your knife
Miserable from the torment of your mother
and how you planned to take your life
Deeply concerned for your well being
Looking through your eyes
I know what you've been seeing
An entire world of lies
I showed you the way
To enjoy the little things in life
And to put down the carving knife
Not knowing what to say
We grew apart from warm embrace
Trying to hide the lack luster in my face
unaware of driving you into anothers arms
Realizing that absence of heart harms
Even now that I no longer see you as my future wife
Take this with a grain of salt
This was only half my fault
Please remember the good times and how I saved your life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem