Help is what we’ve been
Seeking,
For those hearts that are
Leaking,
But we’ve found out there’s no
Pills,
Liquor,
Or stuff that you can shoot up
To stuff the damaged hole
In your soul
But it’s time to
Forget
Maybe you’ll feel like
You’ll regret
That you moved on
But if he’s not
There
You did well
By forgetting……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem