I think it's said best when you thought of the rest
It will never be right, I won't settle for less
I know you feel pain, I can feel it as well
But closer to you is closer to hell
But not too literal, as in fire and death
But the place where I stand with nothing else left
Sure you broke me, left me to die
Attacked me with anger, fed me that lie
Whatever you hold onto against your own soul
You're alone in that hatred that you can't control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem