I wanted fame, power and riches but now that I have them… I realised I gave up the most important thing of all… my heart.
I feel so alone…
Walking this earth not knowing how to feel anything… unable to feel happiness, joy, love and pain. If only I could feel loved again… but to feel loved you need to love yourself… but I cannot.
I feel like a plastic bag caught by the wind, moving about through memories of those I once called friends, I feel so empty inside… invisible to the world.
An empty vessel, waiting for something… someone… to find something inside of me… now, all I want is to have a heart again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem