I hide away,
in my room.
Music blasting though my closed door.
So nobody can hear my sobs.
I am curled up on my bed
my head on my knees,
our photos scattered everywhere around me.
Our smiling faces? All lies.
I am trying to fight this,
I'm trying not to die.
But whenever I see you...
I die inside.
My heart sinks whenever I hear your name,
whenever I see your face,
or hear your laugh.
I'm almost at rock bottom.
It's impossible to win,
even harder to lose.
You've played your games,
and you win.
Your prize?
Watching my heart,
being given to the devil.
You can't stop me now.
I'm being burnt,
inside and out.
Bombs exploding,
my heart racing
I open my eyes
to see I was in my room,
music blasting through my closed door.
I look in the mirror and draw your name in blood red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
, , , pain of loss clearly seen in this poem, , , everything would get well one day, ,