No girl will ever give me a try
so, to lie when they ask if I'm alright,
the lie sounds sincere, because I am used to being alone,
and I make myself believe I am fine, when I am not
and that eats away at my heart
as I become older
I become colder
this is the side of my life untold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem