this is dedicated to all that know who i am, to those i love.
Every time I start to love,
feels like the depression has gone away.
But it never did leave, and never will it go.
Because I have over time learned
to never let anyone get to close to me
to tell them everything
to love them as you would another
Because some are never true
they never really cared
They went and stabbed me in the back
while I wasn't looking
and the thing is it never stopped
they did this over and over
Not once careing about me
careing about how betrayed I felt
not once did they look back on it
not once did they say sorry
Now my heart feels hard as ice
and is as black as it can get
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem