I live and love as lonely as a dark cloud. I feel myself slipping in to a dark place. All I have accomplished is hurting my love.
I will sit alone and eat alone. Everything reminds me of the one I loved truly and almost lost. I can't see myself anymore! I am lost, alone, and crying. My love means nothing and is nothing for I am nothing so I am forced to rely on the one I love, who loves me for only he can set me free and sever this depressing bond I have with death. I must go to him cry to him tell him of these dark things that roam the mind of his young love!
He is the only one who can see through my disguises. The fake smile, giggles, and happiness. He is the only one who can set the tragic story of me into a happy tail of love. So what now? Do I sit and what pondering at the chooses I will soon have to make?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.