You left me here in the dark,
So cold and beaten up.
The only thing I know to do
Is look at the hope and love
I once had,
Feel the pain
Building up inside me,
And cry, and cry, and cry.
But I get tired of crying,
So I'll just grab something,
Anything sharp,
And watch the pain I hide inside
Drift away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it sounds like my 'Life In Isolation' i do believe that we poet write what's in our heart and mind! being isolated is what we've been connected! i like this one!