Kjærlighetssorg

Jeg har fått litt skrivedilla når det gjelder dikt, og dette kom til når eg hadde det som verst:


"Do you hear that sound?
Like glass crashing into eachother.
That is my heart, breaking into thousands of pieces.
Forever scattered, north, south.

Lie awake, just waiting for something that never will come.
Wake me up from this living nightmare,
tell me that the tears and pain was just a distant dream.

But it was not a dream.
It was pure reality, needles in my brain.

Take away the pain that lives inside me
or else:
Maybe forever lost among the forgotten shadows."