I once promised that I'd never shed another tear over someone like you.
Here I am, laying as though I were dead or dying -
salt water stinging my eyes once more.
Pathetic. They all say it, thinking I can't hear it in their eyes.
Even as I walk and smile, they see me for what I really am.
Just a ghost of who I once was...curled up in some dark corner...waiting for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem