Would rather be hurt all at once than be put through
this slow death you are putting me through.
Abusing and treating me as if I am nothing, forgetting
all the talks and laughter we have had together.
Secrets we have shared with no others, now lying dead
in a gray atmosphere of distance.
Filled with pain of loneliness and abandonment, standing
on the edge about to go over, hoping with the last drop
of faith that the love you professed is still between us.
Otherwise there's no more reason to go on, feeling like
you have used and played me for a fool, no longer having
a self to hold on to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very heartfelt poem of loneliness! I think I can feel it deeply, too! ! !