My forgotten soul has been folded over
Sitting alone in my tombstone
Screaming and crying because my spirit cant move on
I huddle myself in darkness
I push myself away farthest from pain
And yet it keeps following me
I am so deranged in this strange place
I want to cover it all up and hide my face
I feel unwanted
Tanted by the words that haunt me
Deep inside I feel so ugly
The holidays are here and no body trusts me with there love
How can I prove that there is a change?
How can I prove that I am not the same?
I continue to carry on in this mist
With the clothes on my back and a small hand in my fist
I ask myself..........................................................................
Is it all worth it
I feel I dont get anything in return
Except it always being my fault
Except its the problems that Ive caused
Except it always being me
I deal with it everyday internally
You battered it
You shattered it
Spread it across my bed
Now its your fault
This problem you have caused
And now you can see I am dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem