And who cares about your pains
Days will come darkest then dark
Yet whatever if your soul shads every minute thousands of aches
Who cares about your pains ah unless you and yourself
Who'll touch your bleeding wound without shading it to thousands parts,
And worse then it ever was, people's hearts have wore the spirit of blinds
They look but they're unable to see just what they want to see
Honesty has took from their hearts flight
Pities have got suicide
Humanity's lost
Alas, to this world
While people are
able to punch out my bleeding soul
However they enjoy the look which makes me admire
My soul alone somewhere at darkest nights like a child cries
My aches
My tears
My woes
All are mine there's no existence when i'm in pain
I'm here all alone just me and myself
I'm all alone in this earth
Alas, to this world'
sadnes and pain are dripping from lines.such an emotional ink! ! liked it.keep inking.
Pain has to be enjoyed (not endured) individually and it can't be shared as people can't feel what we go through while the smile and laughter make other people to smile and laugh..Enduing poem and I enjoy it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so sad.this poem really shows the groan and the sadness. we were born and we came to this world lonely and we live a lone and at last we will die alone too.WHO CARES is a big question to what all of us feel but we do not want to confirm.~nb