Hearts are as fragile as a pane of glass
There are some who shatter the panes
Then there is blood, tears, and heartshards
On the floor and in hands
Tears roll and blood drips
Shards stick in the fresh wounds
Taking them out is the most pain
Feeling unloved is all that's left
The light in eyes once bright, turn to dim
And are in darkness forevermore
A blade plunging through you
A bullet to your brain
A rope around your throat
Your body to the concrete
All are what you want
But don't do
Because some still love you
May not be much but its love
Then arrives the loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem