Maio 17, 2015
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
I remember the good times
That we never had,
Good times that I so dreamed about sharing with you.
How I needed you,
How I grieved for not feeling your love,
How I grieved when you were out.
Somehow I always knew things would have
To be tragical,
Was I being irrational?
You were not supposed to be perfect.
I just wanted to feel loved,
But then I just felt hated.
In my nightmares I could see you,
I could shout out to you
how I felt,
And still you could never understand me.
Sometimes I can still feel the pain,
Sometimes I feel lonely