I cry for you.
My heart yearns for you every night.
I try my best to carry on,
but darkness and bitterness never fails.
So as I lay thinking of you,
I am sad.
I am tired.
and I am beaten.
Don't pull me into this,
I scream at the top of my lungs,
don't pull me into this.
But as I cry for you,
I am weeping for myself as well.
I am just so emotionally exhausted and devestated from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice... Work Dan Hanosh