What is the good of life,
when all it does is hurt.
It has set hatred upon me,
a hatred that cannot be broken.
And now what life is left?
When I have no one there.
No one to trust.
My family is gone,
my friends are leaving.
All I have left are myself,
and this lonely life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such an eloquent poem.. don't despair bro God has plans for you just wait hold ur head up God bless