Who knows

just something short and to the point and like so many others, I wrote this while drowning in anger and unnamed emotions.

Write your lies in my eulogy 

You didn't know me

You couldn't know me

And that's why I died

Misunderstandings and misinterpretations killed me

It wasn't the knife I put to my own wrist

It was the sadness left in my heart by being lost in translation 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful short poem. You said a lot in the poetry.
"It wasn't the knife I put to my own wrist
It was the sadness left in my heart by being lost in translation "
Few people truly know us. Which is a bad thing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[thefemalebard]

Thank you so much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Stonz P.]

Hey, I have written a poem here: 'Awry', and that has pretty similar themes in it as your piece.

I can relate to this as these emotions have captured and chained me much too often. I liked this a lot; looking forward to future writes.
Welcome to the site..

[thefemalebard]

I'm very grateful for your review, thank you :)

[Relic]

I can see the pain and sadness in this and it's very strong. The interpretation of the poem itself is clear but I can only assume the person the character is referring to was a boyfriend or husband. Well done and welcome to WC. :)

[thefemalebard]

Thank you for your review! (: