Hurt hearts turn to cold memories.
Shed tears turn to walls of pain.
Nights alone turn to nights unremembered.
Shattered dreams turn to unfinished lives.
It wasn't meant to be this way, it should have never gone this far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too right: sometimes we go too far without realising it & it's then too late to turn around. You sum it up so well, Sabrina - been there too often to count. Keep on writing - your words can help to heal.