My secret is behind a clear glass
But no one will ever see it
Cause they refuse to notice that
It's a sin, I never speak it.
An uncontrollable mass
Forces waking my dream,
Please let me sleep at last
Or is it to hard to believe.
Free at last from these visions of anger in my head,
My secret is the fact - That my heart has been dead.
My secret is a hope - that the darkness will never end,
So I can hide the evidence
Cover the the tears that I bled.
Cleaning up the wounds
I said, I would never feel again
I keep lying to myself
Wish that life was water full of lead.
I'm poisoned by what I'm fed
Which way should I go,
Cause the world won't need this waste
Say farewell to my soul.
And say hi to a door
That wasn't open in the past,
It's still refuse to open now though
Should I wait or run fast.
Should I let myself ask
Stupid question I never ask
Forget the world for now
Let go, now sleep first and last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem