Im so use to being hated,
That when i am loved,
I dont know when to love back,
I see things in my dreams,
That no one can see,
In my dreams darkness cooled and hate,
Burning in fire,
The love that i dont feel is like a hundred knifes in my back,
Death hate fire sorrow,
I need real love,
Before its to late,
Save me from my dreams,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. I love this one..It's very touching. It really painted a picture in my mind.