Tongue like a razor blade,
You cut my skin so deep.
Exposing my emotions,
Then you fall asleep.
Walk about so softly,
So not to wake you up.
Fearing that the sounds I make,
Will cause you to erupt.
Silently I walk away,
Tears flow down my face.
I have to go, because I fear,
Soon I will truly DIE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem