There's mostly pain within my heart
As those I love begin to part.
They've left behind a lonely child
Who often cries and rarely smiles.
Who's struggling every day to live
While running out of love to give,
And every moment passing by
Is often spent now asking, 'Why
Is everything the way it is?
Why does it have to be like this?
And will I ever get to see
All those people who used to be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem