My heart aches for something I can't have
My heart hurts no matter how happy I am
My heart made of glass being held together by tape
That tape being hope
My hope is dieing
My heart is barely beating
My heart is longing for for what my brain doesn't want
My mind and my heart are at war
The war doing nothing but tearing my soul apart because they are gone
And my hope is the only thing I have left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem