Crying is something I do late at night
I curl up in my bed and ask my self what might
Of happened if I had just said no would I still be in pain
or would I be able to just move on not tortured by his rein
I dwell on all my problems relive them in my head
And when its time to go to sleep and rest upon my bed
My thoughts are all like nightmares
Each one more painful then the last
I try to dream of just safe things
But am reminded of the past.
When will I forget?
When can I move on?
These nights just drive me crazy
There so painful and so long
I sing myself to sleep
To try to rest my mind
Leaving all my memories in the midst behind
But I am not ok I’m not sheltered from the storm
I’m over all the pain I’m tired I’m hurt I’m torn
When can I go back to feeling safe and free?
Or is this now who I am now?
Is this the new me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not that again please oh please not such poem your words are good but don't write sad poems.