If I seem careless, it's because I don't care anymore.
If I seem hurtful it's because I'm hurting.
If I seem heartless it's because my heart died with her.
Hurt people so they...so what do the happy do, do they make others happy?
Can they help heal a broken heart? It's sharted into pices now that can be held by one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem