Another wound to the heart,
just as the last one healed.
A wound that i knew was coming,
but still i couldn't stop it.
I couldn't stop it cause i didn't want to,
the feeling was so good before.
Now i just feel pain.
Just pain and aloneness.
My eyes are watering,
my heart is bleeding.
This wound shall heal.
But it will leave another scar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem