If they could only see,
What their words have done to me,
They might regret it,
Or not have said it.
Death pains me not one bit,
I cant cry at the site of it,
They might regret it,
Or not have said it.
They have replaced parts of my soul,
With large gapping crater and hole,
They might regret it,
Or not have said it.
A hollow of pain now hits arrgant and bold
with a grip of dreadful icy cold,
They have said it,
And don’t regret it.
I wish I had a soul within,
I'll never be the same again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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