What goes through your mind each day?
Is it something you'd let people hear?
Or is it something that is so full of pain,
that you can't bear to to tell?
The pain only gets worse an worse
until you fight no more
Lonely whispers fill my heart
as empty voices tear my life apart
I watch all the pieces scatter
Pretending that it doesn't matter
Yet do i dare to speak a word
No, I dare fight no more
Wow this one I loved how you word things and pull it all ouy nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting expressions dear.10