Eventually your heart will lose this fight.
Your head will follow with anger then contrite.
No matter how much you've taken.
How much you've left me heartbroken.
I had my doubts, only in time I figured that out.
The hurt has been immense and long.
The sense of right and wrong is gone.
The less you hear the more you fear.
How much more I can take.
Before I realize this is all a mistake.
Maybe if I said goodbye you will understand why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem