Taken. for always Broken
Pulled away by my own conscience
Knowing that I can Give
And Knowing that I can never take.
Life feels so weird.Non-existent
For it will be a chain
Never ending
Always hurting
A knife. Stabbing
I try picking up myself
But I can never hold on
One part wanting to live
And the other wanting to die
In between, life has no meaning
As I have said previously
I am lock with no key
Destined for gloom
In my life. There is no. Bloom
Some people try to forget
And some never do
Questions.
An internal cry.
Only shown through ones eyes.
What if gave my life?
All to that someone special
Would she have took it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem