i hurt i hate
myself i ache
too deeply i long
i can never
have no point
to ask if
you will
or could ever
love me
already i
know this
folly, prank
perpetrated
by my own heart
i should
expect such
treachery from
one who hates
so much
cruel god
who made such
prison heart
no door
no need for
a key as
no lock or
exit exists
fool
me a type of
stupid
screaming silently
hope is a fantasy
stratagem of the shallow
who expect
strange things from me
Good poem, I hope this changes for you in the very near future.---------Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no need to hurt or hate. Life is full of cheerful memories. You should love and live. An amazing thoughtful poem is shared.