this is what is left of me,
a little broken soul.
this is what is left of me,
after everything you stole.
i have but a penny size of heart left
for me, and me alone.
so the truth finally comes out
i love you,
but you don't love me.
why is it so hard for me to let go?
you're not even that special,
you're not worth the pain,
you're not worth this heart ache
that drives me insane.
you're not worth all of this,
so i should just stop.
my love will never be returned,
so why risk falling in love again?
this little piece of heart you left me,
is for me and me alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem