I told myself I required nothing,
That a response to it wasn't needed,
But the truth is I wanted to hear from you,
So the silence and pain has bleeded,
I feel like a lone star in the empty black sky,
As dark as the ink of a squid,
But now I need to forget the past,
And place on it a massive great lid,
There's no way to get the answer I seek,
No way to find the truth,
Instead someone I don't want to know,
Declared their need for me, strewth,
Things never worked out quite as they planned,
You never said what you wanted,
I was afraid to ask for the answer myself,
For fear of only being taunted,
Questioned the reason for my life,
I tend to do this much,
Stopping writing these would perhaps help,
Forgetting about you and such,
Perhaps I should throw myself into the other,
The one who wants me and shown,
But it would be betrayal of how I feel,
Because I love you so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem