Cruelly Wronged

Tom! Abandoned loneliness

always returns

when you least expect it.

In the dark, icy depths of your eyes

lurks sadness

that you are afraid to admit.

This sleepless morning brings you

the fear that your body

will give up your soul,

that senses will finally find

sleepiness and pity.

Tom, I beg you, don't love

illusions too hastily.

In your face I see intense suffering

no one deserves.

Your wounded heart,

even though dying,

still wants to live.

You are so afraid of the light

I would like to dedicate to you.

Cruelly wronged, you wake up

on the wrong side of chiaroscuro.

Tom, don't be ashamed of

your tears - they are proof

that deep inside

you remain immortal.

Don't run away from people,

I promise no one will hurt you again.

Please... Let your heart

wake up today like a new sun,

let life break down this wall!