There is nothing
Now you're gone.
Emptiness and loneliness
Are what I'm meant to feel but,
There's nothing.
I am a shell,
An image of what I was and think.
I am nothing.
How am I supposed to live, to think, to feel
When inside me there is a dark chasm
Where there used to be a heart.
Some say, that you broke my heart.
You didn't.
You merely took it.
There is nothing
Now you're gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem