Why do I feel so empty inside?
Like a hollow tree
Yet so many people know me,
Call me their friend, tell me I'm important to them
Yet I feel like a tool, a toy, an instrument in their happiness
Why am I not the happy one?
The cause of their happiness
So as I sit here, alone
The emptiness inside feels like a void
No pity. No love. Just a sad romantic sitting on the sidelines
Watching all the happy endings go on without him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem