Pain Killer. Poem by Eman Awad

All that i can say about my life,
is that it was beautiful one day.
And then some one took that life,
the one who took it hid far away.
I had a nice home,
and it used to be my destination.
I wrote a nice poem,
all out of my own imagination.
But it seems like every one know,
where exactly is my nice home.
And they made my doubts grow,
that couldn't be hidden in my poem.
I had some one who loved me,
and i simply let him go.
He tried so hard to return to me,
but i do miss him so.
But no use of saying those words,
i let doubts destroy my land.
I let fear grows and pain hurts,
thinking that i understand.
Alone with my doubts i find,
that slowly they are fading away.
And slowly realised my mind,
but all of that is so late to say.
The pain kills my heart,
but nothing can kill the pain.
Pain tares me apart,
i fought back till i'm not sane.
A part of me knows that i,
destroyed my beautiful life.
No use to regret or cry,
and also no use to survife.
Pain is killing me,
but nothing could kill the pain.
Am i too proud to see?
to see that nothing left with me,
but the pain...