I'm tired of looking at you all days,
I'm tired of not being able to do anything with you,
I'm tired of running in my life for you,
I'm tired of talking about you,
I'm tired that this love has become impossible.
I'm so tired of you
that I'm laying down on my bed because of you,
while my heart is being cut by you,
while my head is aching,
while your photo is a bullet to me,
but what can I do?
I've told myself that I'd forget you,
I've cried because I'm as fragile as a glass held by you.
And as I am crying,
I am saying
'May time erase you,
may time erase this pain,
because I know that my feeling are real'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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