Knowing that I’m broken and weak,
How do you sleep?
There is nobody I could share my pillowcase with,
suffering every day since the day I met,
My uncertainty, my loneliness that was undiscovered.
I’ve seen you with her, my love!
She with brown hairs I assume were dipped in chocolate,
Filled with happiness and devotion.
I saw her eyes too, radiant and vulnerable,
I hope you don’t love her as you do.
Unexpressive, undone and ready to abandon!
Knowing that I’m unsteady still,
I’m thankful that I ain’t there,
Preparing myself to get killed.