The walls won't stop talking.
I keep trying to walk away
And ignore their threats
Of tearing my heart to a shred.
That same phase of pain.
The agony keeps eating me.
I'm trying to heal again
So I'm ready for another three.
These memories that become shards
Won't stop bringing my past.
I've sworn it wasn't going to be hard
So I wouldn't feel lik trash.
Now tonigh, I'll make it right
And I'll stand, take God's hand;
For that one moment, I might find hope
And be able to fix my tragedies,
Then promise no more subtleties.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem