I know too much.
There's a stain on my soul.
That I can't get out.
Though I've tried.
I'm a wreck.
Yet I never knew.
Why I am this way.
Why am I this way?
I know too much.
There's hole in my heart.
Deeper than the sea.
I've tried to fill it.
The never ending dark.
Something is missing.
Why I am this way.
Why am I this way?
I know too much.
The ending is nearing.
It'll come too quickly.
There's no way to know when.
But it will come.
Someday, maybe you will understand.
Why I am this way.
Why am I this way?
I know too much.
Everyone has stains in his heart, these stains are the remains of emotional injuries and these stains keep us restless. Why you are this way, because your conscience is not dead, you feel, you think and you have converted your thoughts in such a lovely poem that is from my side the members' poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poetic poem. Thanks