The continuation of this,
Serves no purpose,
It’s not worth the trouble,
That is what I must tell myself,
To get through the day,
Without trying to fix it again,
Telling myself that I can only,
Make it worse,
I cannot survive by believing,
That if given another chance,
I would not make the same or a worse,
Mistake again,
I can no longer justify not walking away,
I have destroyed it,
And I must live with it,
Knowing it may never be right again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem