The sadness engulfs me,
Cut it out of my ravaged body,
Bleed me dry.
My heart beats, simply to keep me alive.
It beats not for love, not for happiness,
Just because...
This skin I'm in harbours a never ending fog.
It seeps into my thoughts and I return to that hateful and empty place.
I know I have so much to live for but I have lost my way.
The darkness escapes from my eyes and leaves shadows across my face.
Lines of grief are etched in my soul.
Emotions at times are out of my control.
This skin I'm in no longer holds the ME I use to know.
It provokes a bitter and twisted tongue.
Still denial and confusion corrodes my mind.
Some days I simply exist.
If only I could shed this skin I'm in.
Let ME back in, let me grow a new skin.
Everyday remembering you are no longer here, is the one memory id like to forget.
I miss you, I miss us.
I miss the skin I use to be in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eeverything has but everything is in the way of lost; beacaue of dejected sezing hands!