Sweet mercy, sweet love, why am I forsaken
Why do I feel that my heart is literally breaking
I try to think but my thoughts are of you
I know where to go, don't know what to do
I know you can't hear my hollowed out thoughts
Or see the tears that I've long since fought
I always knew this day would come
So why do I feel so f**king dumb
These poems I write are just a temporary high
A small fix to the pain that makes me want to die
But fret not, for my life won't end by my hand
I'm just ready for the day when I can stand again
These words are useless for you'll never see
The pain I write in such awful agony
I'm thankful you can't read these depressing lines
Words that torture my heart, my soul, my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem