All you do is bruise and hurt,
Treat me like a piece of dirt,
Throw me down, push me around,
To meet your every need.
This act is mean, I want to be free,
From the curse of loneliness,
Assuming there is more than one of us,
Tearing the edges, breaking the glass,
That separates the future and past,
Good memories and bad, happy or sad,
Facing is one that strong ones will have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem