Pride means nothing when the one you love is gone.
It's the bullet in the gun, when you pull the trigger and
it's done.
Pride is fake, intrusive and unreal, pulling us away
from everything we truly feel.
Pride is the poison that we drink, before we know
it fall and sink.
Pride is my mistake in it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow-this was real...