If you only knew,
what thoughts I'd been hiding.
If you could see the things I see,
you'd never sleep.
If you only knew,
how many times I'd gone to take my life,
and how many times you'd save it.
I couldn't be more thankful to have met you.
But more regretful for pushing you away.
You and I have grown to enjoy eachother,
to love one another.
But such a thing is unheard of.
If you only knew,
what I'd done for you,
what you've done for me.
I've become so much more,
then I'd ever wanted.
I'm someone I hate.
Through the lies and deceptions,
I'm as cruel as Them.
What kind of sinner,
would you call me?
I could never be completley heartless,
but I can be the heartbreak you feel.
I can be the burning sensation you feel through your veins.
I am manipulative.
So what good would it be,
to keep air in my lungs?
Even in madness,
I know how to live, how to laugh,
how to love.
There's so many thing's only I've seen,
yes, if you only knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem