Tortuous moments cut and slice at our hearts,
causing us to bleed on the floor of life.
Contemptuous individuals preying on innocent
minds, breaking their hearts for their own
piece of mind.
Wrangling memories every day and night,
thinking only of the hurt and pain stabbing
within.
Being caught in webs of deceit and lies,
filled with pain, wanting to die.
Only the memory of his little baby girl keeps
him going, and yet makes him want to stop
living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem