I have tried my best and done all that I can,
And the answer is no, I've actually never felt like less of a man,
I obsess and I slave, in my efforts to make you smile,
Knowing full well you'll be writing another sad poem about me in a little while.
But still I try and I try and I try,
As you continue to cry and you cry and you cry,
And so thoughtlessly you accuse me of lying,
When I've been here for you this whole time, with my insides dying.
If my feelings for you weren't real do you think I'd still be here?
Because that doesn't make much sense to me dear,
You blame me for your desires to run away and slit your wrists,
When all I really want and long for is your happiness.
Don't tell me you understand if you really don't,
Don't tell me you'll be okay if you really won't,
You act as if I was heartless, hateful, and scorning,
You act as if I did this to you without warning.
I know you're hurt my darling but that is life,
And in the end it's all we have so please put down the knife,
O' sweet Ganymede, I swear my feelings for you are real,
It's not as easy for me as you think, I shake in my depression just trying to deal.
And I don't really know what else to say,
I'm depressed and I'm exhausted from another impossible day,
So what's the use of writing and trying to reject the pain,
If all these tears for me you cry, then I'll stand in your rain.
But from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry for what I've done to you,
But please don't think I'm a liar when all I've said is true,
The more I pick you up, the harder you hit the floor,
So please just neglect me from your life, so I can't do this to you anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this so resonates with me right now...