Your silence cuts worse than a knife.
Shooting me would be a blessing.
Why tell me you love me when its a lie?
Why leave me alone like a wounded animal
to lay down and die?
A cowards way is to run and hide,
I stand strong and not let you kill all my pride.
Though your silence cuts me deep,
Within my heart, it is faith love and happiness I will still keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem