Ever feel like your gonna cry,
and you have no clue why?
I do,
that's what I'm doing now.
Have you ever realized that you blocked out half you life?
I have.
This life I live,
It's nothing but a lie.
There is nothing left of me,
my body is the only thing that reminds me,
that I have made it through the nightmare.
It never ends,
every day is another day from hell.
And every night,
I dream of a blood river, sky's of red, and tear drops for rain.
The only thing left to see is my body,
but the person who was once within it,
is now the ghost.
I'm no longer Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can relate to this poem in so many ways i enjoyed reading this it almost made me cry 10 all the way