I repeat the same routine
The damned monotony
Is up to my last nerve
Something I can never have
Walking blindingly through the crowds
Even though I feel so lost
I still hold hope that one day he might come
Something I can never have
I’m sure I’ve had a purpose
And a voice
But I never make a sound
I’m writing this stupid poem
Hoping one day he’ll find
I’ll hide it where no one else can see it
One way or another he will realize
There are scattered pieces…
Sometimes I think I’m wasting my time here
I wish I could see the future
To know exactly how this will end
Every day is exactly the same
And if my heart weren’t so broken
If I could guess
Gray would be its color
Are you curious of that
Something I can never have?
There is no love but like always there is plenty of pain
For everyday is exactly the same
Something I will never have
I guess I’m simply not enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem