..I hate not being able to ask whats wrong.
I hate that you don't seem to care.
I hate how things have changed.
I hate cold lifeless stares.
I hate the lies...
I hate the walls that tore us apart.
I hate the truth...
with every ounce of my heart.
But I guess it doesn't matter,
we've gone our separate ways.
It really shouldn't surprise me,
the way that things have changed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem