My body is aching,
Inside it feels as if I'm breaking.
My soul is in the making,
And my heart is ready for the taking.
The time is drawing near,
Truth and Lies are in a smear.
Warmth is at an end,
This thing no one can mend.
A heart empty and shallow,
Everything seems so hollow.
Gone with the harsh times,
It all seems like they're all brutal crimes.
Time to breathe,
And this time, I'm the one to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem