After sad dreams about dying
I feel like crying.
Because when I wake I realise
It was just a dream
Engulfed in the black that is my soul
But please don’t think it’s poetic
It really is rather droll.
The things I say may make you sick
I want to cut myself
Make it bleed
Make it hurt
Make it permanent
I didn’t think happiness was possible
Tending to hide behind mundane
Now I think it’s probable
Because he made that claim
It’s been a short time but the nightmare is over.
It’s as though I have found my four leaf clover
He keeps me smiling and heals my scars.
I let him break the chains and melt the ice,
That was shielding my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem