Is she really what you want?
Are you really sure she's the one?
I'm trying to be happy with your hunt.
I try to hide the sorrow in my voice on the telephone.
How could you just desert me?
Does it really have to be this way?
We both know no one sees what I see.
I can't believe you think after this I will be okay.
Will you love her more than you loved me?
Will you promise to never hurt her?
Will you hold her and truly not see the pain I face?
Will you need her when those certain thoughts occur?
My face is pained and tear stained.
My eyes are ready to burst with tears.
My mouth tastes the salty drops running down my cheeks.
My teeth will keep my screams locked in tight.
What will I do now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem