I sit here dwelling in the past although I know you don't care. You were once mine and we used to be happy. Then my world came crashing down when you said goodbye. I saw you with her, my heart shattered and the pieces burned to ash. We were planning ahead, I rose so high then you shot me down. How can you not see? How can you not care? All that's left for me now is nothingness and trying to sweep up the ashes of my heart. You move on leaving me behind, I only sit and cry. Still burning insede, I tell myself a lie. 'If you can move on so can I.' but I know I can't. I'm dead inside, no longer allowed to feel, no longer allowed to love, and no longer allowed to live.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes, a very direct and painful poem; your thoughts reflected really well by your words! ! ! !