I can’t deal with this
You have no idea how much I’ve been trying
I’m disappearing
Everything within me is dying
In the end what choice am I left with
Let go of this last piece of me
For hope
A hope that maybe
Maybe this last piece of me will make everything ok
Because when everything inside me has died
I’ll have nothing more to give
You just can’t give what you don’t have, I’ve tried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amelie, been there myself. Consider your 'chord' well and truly struck. To produce that effect in so few lines, yet so emphatically, is quite something. Tony