I try to swallow but the walls are closing in,
Because of you the air around me is getting thin.
You were attached to me but I was stripped by your ghost,
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Often leaves me lonely I keep asking where you've been,
Loving you was like living in sin.
Like the lies you tell because the truth you cannot see,
You've taken everything that I am away from me.
Who is it that I am supposed to be?
When you have taken away my identity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Nicely describes the pain of 'Loving you was like living in sin'. 'Who is it that I am supposed to be? When you have taken away my identity.' - Liked these two lines the most. 9/10.