How do I live with broken lies?
How do I live when I would rather die?
They say to follow your heart.
But what do you do, when you can't find where to start.
I have been shattered and spread amongest the ground.
Instead of a smile, within I only frown.
What can i do to be happy again?
What can i do for my heart to mend?
I would love to be free.
I would love to be me.
But who would that be?
I have lost my soul for oh so long.
Just where and when have I gone wrong?
I feel like I am at the end of the rope.
Looking for the slightest of hope.
Should I hold on, or just let go?
The answer to this, I will never know.
I tried for so long to love you.
And all the evil that you do.
I tried for so many years.
And yet you didn't have a care.
Now that I could care less....
You try and fix the mess.
Oh so late...
For I no longer feel like your my soul mate.
Over the years, my tears have dried out...
There is really nothing left to cry about.
So best to go our separate ways...
Until our dying days.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Felt your piece with tears, so sad...you'd put your feelings so well in this craft, ...a 10.