Do you know what kills me every time you make a promise?
looking straight into my eyes and
say' i dont know what your talking about? '
it creates a hole deeper than an abyss,
my tears will bring it to drought, fill it with doubt,
you'll have nothing to say but im here asking how?
how did i become so cold?
how have i come to hate this world? how?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem