Some things we don't talk about
I'd rather do without
And fake a smile
But how can I not see
What's right in front of me
And just go along
How can I help you
If I can't even help myself?
How can I save you
Without blaming myself?
Spirits and dreams
Won't bring better things
Why can't I see
Who I could be
And be your hero for a day
Had I known then all I do now
I'd rather not say how
I'm feeling or ever was
Had I known then that night
I may have made it to morning light
Remembrance isn't possible
How was I supposed to help you
When I only saw myself?
How was I to save you
With that bottle on the shelf?
The cat's finally got a line
But it seems that story's mine
I see those days all the time
And the fear hidden in your eyes
And I was your hero for a day
Lost and insecure in my head
Desolate and bottle fed
I thought I was fine
Happiness was a blur
But pain means so much more
Until all you are is numb
I thought that I could help you
And sacrifice myself
I thought that I could save you
But somehow saved myself
I remember all but what I did
I can still feel every word he said
And I still think it's all my fault
Was your pain my fault?
Was I your hero for a day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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