Everything I have lost
is piling up in front of
me.
My heart is broke
and it's all because of
me.
The tears that fall from
my eyes wont get a second
glance.
For I am the one who
does these things that truly
make me sad.
What have I done?
What do I do?
As I sit here writing
this poem to you.
For I have lost
everything I have even
lost you.
Tell the devil not to
worry that he might see
me real soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem