I wake up every morning and I open my eyes
The sunlight penetrates through my camouflaging lies
For there is most definitely a hole within view
An empty void created by the loss of you
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
to deceive myself, to find a way
to heal the wounds, to ease the pain
to stop myself from going insane
I run, I write, I eat, I draw
To keep down this inner civil war
Between my heart and my brain
A form of torture which never wanes
What you meant to me I could never fully explain
The words ‘I love you’ just seem too plain
To describe this passion I feel deep inside
And now that you’re gone, a part of me has died
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