Different differences, but all the same, my body feels numb, like I don't function anymore, but speckles of happiness continue with resilience, do you ever feel like your going to die alone, like a passage of time, people feel alone in a hurting world and that is the emotion, people do things that aren't in their aims but in their unintended values, my personal sadness is just looking for a longing suspension of life and that my love that I don't have, I want to help, I just don't know if you can help yourself, I don't know if I will ever get it, but I you deserve it I'm certain of that, your just broken, if you get help you get broken again, it seems like everyday your looking for a purpose and living evaluation to live life, in life its a choice, no its fate, truth in a divine sense of the term justice, is it for one or is it for all.
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