I need someone to hold me
tightly against their chest.
I want somebody I can call in the middle of the night
when the prospect of 'alone'
is too much for me to bear.
I wish I could lie in bed
without tears running down my face.
But here I am
and there you went.
People say suicide is selfish
I say it's dying that's selfish.
It's easy to die, you quitter.
It's life that's hard.
This is too hard.
And anyway, no one cried for me
when I lost you.
No one held my hand
when I lost yours.
I'm stuck with a gaping void
that no one wants to fill.
I want you back
because I can't do this without you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad notes of loving someone you lost, but life has to go on! Surely someone else will come to fill the void you feel, take your time for time will heal the wounds in your heart! High marks.