I wrote this and I guess it goes out to the girl who filled my world with darkness for some time
Nothing left to do
And no where I can turn
All I have to look forward to
Is resting in a brass urn
In a world so black
Faking it for everyone
My silent heart attack
In darkness without the sun
Why should I pretend for you
So you won't feel bad?
When I am stuck without a clue
And always very sad
So here we go
Now you know my inside
All the feelings I never show
I doubt you even cried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem