Many have cried on my shoulder
Even more as I get much older
Your problems I try to help solve
Though, really, it tires my resolve
What about me? do you ever wonder?
Why am I the one to stop your blunder?
No one ever considers my personal pain
Yet, , , It seems I always take the blame
To help you, sometimes makes me feel better
While in reality its my eyes that become wetter
No...You'll never see my tears or sorrow
Just someday, you'll wonder about tomorrow
Whom will you confide in when, I'm gone?
Whom will you cry to, now that you're all alone?
You never considered my unhappiness
You only desired to end being depressed
So....Now I'm gone and you're all by yourself
If you look hard, you'll find your heart on an old dusty shelf
Placed there by you...with no blame for me
Your only concern? whom will replace me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem