I scream but no one hears,
I let it out, yet kept it in,
I sit in a daze, cheeks wet with tears
I always lose and rarely win.
I think of all the bad things,
I ignore all the good days,
I wish I were an angel with wings,
So I could fly out of this messy haze.
My heart aches for my one love,
The one I do not yet know,
He’ll be gentle; no shoves,
His love for me he’ll want to show.
His image fades; I shout,
I want to take this heart of mine,
And rip it right out,
Leave me bleed, I’ll never shine.
I picture the blood surround me,
A hole where my heart had been,
The Burden kept me from being free,
You will show up, I know, but when?
My whole life I’ve waited for him,
Just an image in my mind,
My life could be bright instead of dim
If just one more person I could find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem