Whenever she needs help,
im always the first one there.
But no matter how hard i try,
she says i dont care.
This pain i feel,
is deep inside of me.
I wish she'd try to care,
i wish that she could see.
It hurts so much to know,
me helping hurts her more.
I wish i could stop the hurt,
so she wouldnt be so sore.
If i could,
id take her hand and hold her tight.
I'd stay with her,
all day and night.
I've given her the best of me,
i cant give her any more.
But no matter how many tears i cry,
nothing will ever be like before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past in love always seems better some ow