I'm sitting here,
Numbed by pain.
Would you care,
If you ever saw me again?
When I die,
Will you cry?
If I told you how I feel,
Would you care if it was real?
When you look at me,
What exactly do you see?
Just some girl.
Not a gem or pearl.
Nothing special,
Not even a friend.
That's all I'll be
Until the end.
Of course you're a gem you don't need this guy to reassure that you are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know what it's like to feel so dicluded from him. It's harder when you used to be his everything. And then they just stop caring.