You don't sleep well
And you love to cry
Your passion is your misery
And all you do is hurt yourself
Again and again
You only recall the memories
To make you smile
But as you smile you lie
You tell yourself you are happy, because he is happy
And that is what you wanted
But you are not
You're filled with pain
And you're kept up all night
Because you see his face
You tell yourself
That it is for your own good
And that it is the way things have to be
But as you try to make yourself believe
You know that he
Will forever be
Your destiny
But what happens when your destiny doesn't want you
And you love him with all of your heart
And know for fact that it is true
You hate your situation
So instead of facing it
You lie
You cry
And slowly wilt and die
But you keep it all on the inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem