Left a broken pile on the floor.
Alone and crying.
Scared and confused.
I do not why it happened.
I do not know what to do.
A touch can hurt so much.
Words can be so empty.
I have become empty
I have given up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Painful, very painful. Which I think is what you were shooting for.