When the tear drops from my eyes
no one can hear my cry
i'm in a secluded room
lost and cold
what should i do
your the source of my pain
a never ending heartache
although i try to move on
my past decides to hold on
and because of your mistakes
is what made me this way
your the source of my pain
a never ending headache
i feel alone in this world
i gotta make it on my own
your the source of my pain
an eternal heartache
Poetry is such great therapy - and you capture the pain well here - a beautiful and sad work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, , , The pen can heal, like Kelly said, be strong Alia.