My secret is out.
You now realize what I was secretly talking about.
I was going through pain.
Please don't think you're the blame.
It's a hard choice;
So I decided to cease my voice.
I am so stuck in the past.
I'm not cognizant of how long this will last.
As I lie here in my lonely loft crying.
I am slowly but surely dying...
My pain and agony are rising towards their peak.
Yet, it is not love I seek.
It is death...
Observe my life during my last breath...
Your secret will always be safe with me...the last breath was somberly observed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but sweet and beautiful!