Where I stand has caved in,
I'm lost and forgotten,
No one remembers which side I took,
Nor should they,
For it is a different side now,
What I saw as being forever,
Something that could heal old wounds,
Has just cut them open and made new ones,
I never heard anyone say, 'I'm sorry...
For everything I put you through,
For every time I let you down,
For every time I forgot you',
Yet they always come to me expecting me to forget those things they did to me,
Those stinging words that were said,
And I pretend I did forget,
For they expect too much of me,
And I will never forget the words,
The wounds,
The ripping of my heart,
For they expect too much of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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