I'm missing a part inside.
No one knows why.
All I do is hide,
and try to llive a half life.
With out that missing part,
I shouldn't even try.
Life is so hard as it is.
I don't need this.
I want to move on.
But I'm tied here.
Tied by the memories
and the stories.
Bound here,
until I can learn to live,
with a part of me missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem