When cutting couldn't help me
And words were not my friend
That is when i turned to you
But you denied me in the end
I tried so hard to speak the truth
But my whole life has been a lie.
It's something that I can't explain
Yet, maybe I'm just too shy.
Even though it's far too late
I Think that you should know
Any moment I was with you
I swear my heart did grow.
I never cut I never cried
And I did not know this pain.
All the things that I have lost,
And not one thing did I gain.
Maybe you will take my word
Or maybe you will leave,
Whatever you do remember,
I've got one last thing up my sleeve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem