What is a word for sorrow,
that joy cannot erase?
What is the look of sadness,
one sees upon a face?
There's such a thing as lonesome,
that eyes can never show,
There's another word for empty,
what it is, I do not know.
If I knew it, I would tell you,
you'd be the first to hear...
If I knew the words
to mend your heartache,
I'd yell them in your ear!
I feel I cannot stem your tears,
or to fill your heart with glee,
If I knew what constituted happiness,
It would cure your ills, as well as me.
I carry the weight,
the feeling of gloom;
In my suffering mind, i
n my tortured head...
Wondering if I'd be better off,
Six feet below and dead.
The words I want to hear, ,
I'll never hear from you-
What I want to hear,
can only come from me,
The words do not exist,
they're burried in the void,
Only I can break the seal,
Only i can set me free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel you're emotion...very moving poem..i've been there to, keep fighting and one day it will be better..xx