Standing in the rain;
My face contorted in pain,
I try to understand,
The feelings overflowing my crimson hands.
A small section of the agony I feel,
Is because of the torment u made so real,
But that is just a spark compared to a bomb fire,
Because I wanted my heart to be lighter,
So I told you a mite of what you did to me,
Yet it seems now you are destined to throw me in the sea
Where I will forever be.
I’d been giving for so long,
That my heart was losing its life’s song,
And never getting anything back,
It seemed as if a piece of you I lacked.
But even though you aren’t hurt you’re just mad,
A thousand-fold is what my pain now has,
Because even having you slowly kill me,
Is better than seeing you in the slightest morsel of reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i dont have words for this! ! ! !