My mind is blocked.
My body torn.
My heart lies in pieces.
I cry.
I scream.
And I beg you not to leave!
You stare, and walk away.
You're not weak.
You just can't love what's been broken.
If I were fixed,
just like a doll
would you love me once again?
Could you love this broken body,
these shattered tears,
these cold, empty words?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem