Loneliness isn't what destroys,
It's the pain and the trespassing emptiness than lingers.
And the more you fight it,
Despite how much you may resist,
It fights back harder, stronger.
It makes you weak inside,
Susceptible to the lies it feeds you,
And soon, soon, everything you built up is broken,
And the foundation is cleared for another mortal soul to break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem