Was it love?
Who can say.
I lost it along the way.
Still go through the motions
Still go through the pain.
I hurt so bad, it all goes numb anyway.
Sweet, sweet pain.
makes it all ok
The physicalness of itself.
Like a big open mouth yelling
for its surrender, crying dark red tears.
See it there, never to far
there is comfort in that
When there is comfort in nothing.
So without love i'll stay
Numb as I go, and figure it out
All alone I go.
I'm so sorry, I hurt too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem