This has happened before.
Not once. Not Twice. But Many Times
Every time it gets worse and worse
The pain is greater, and the heartache increases.
With a heart cold as ice
No emotions what-so-ever
You take all that is important to me
Then throw it out like useless trash.
Watching like a hawk
Just waiting for a smile to peek through
Just waiting for me to be happy again
So you can pull it all out from under me
Laughing at my misery
Not a conscience at all
As you ruin my life
Day after Day, Night after Night
I begin to wonder 'why am I so weak?
So useless all the time? ', I have done no good
Slowly I lose all hope and have no reason to live
And now I know this will never happen again
As I slowly slip away from this cold-hearted world
Never to be heard again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem