My heart is so tired of being broken.
It tells me to stop hurting it, that it can’t take more pain.
As if I were the one to blame.
Maybe I am, I don’t know.
It might be my coldness, might be just me.
Maybe I’d do better to just not try at all.
To let my heart turn to the stone of death.
Maybe my body will follow soon.
To embrace the sad, endless oblivion.
Wow I can really relate to this. When something happens between a friend or family member. It wasn't necessarily you who might have caused it. But you have thought of ideas to try to help fix the problem. And because you don't do it right when you think of the resolution you feel guilty.
'It tells me to stop hurting it, that it can’t take more pain. As if I were the one to blame.' These two lines strike me most... I've felt this way so often... It's a very helpless feeling...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is so touching and amazing!