The night, the tears rolled down my cheek...
Did you even know?
How lost and sick inside I was!
If you did, you didn't show it...
The night, my world came crashing down!
The night, that turned my life around!
Did you even care?
Were you ever there?
Why do I hold things from you?
I just don't know, but I still love you...
You both love me too...
I just ask myself why..
Why did you never see,
The pain and misery locked up inside of me?
You cannot hear what I may say, day after day...
But I want to say
I want you to listen to my words, each day.
I want to show you, I love you...
But then again as the title states,
This will always be unread by the reader, the reader I love every day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad and emotional...to speak and not be heard...to write and not be read...to triumph and not be rewarded...i wish i knew what to say here...when not clearly understood it is perhaps better to read and focus on what is said...and hope one draws the right conclusion to the writers feeling....very well written peter ~^..^