I feel like I am dying, from my broken heart,
I may aswell be laid to rest, it's already bleak and dark.
Falling into the darkness, would be a nice escape,
This pain is too much to bear, my soul can't hold it's shape.
There is now one to turn to, nowhere that I can hide,
The pain I feel won't leave me, it will always rest inside.
I wish I could change my feelings, but no matter what,
I was always be half of me, I'm severed, deeply cut.
I wish that cut was there to see, and not just deep within,
Let the blood flow quickly, running out from beneath my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A loving thought caresses the heart. A painful blow shatters it. Take strength, take the pieces, Cement it whole.