My parents are always fighting
Never finding a way to stop
Except divorce...they didn't think about the sideaffects for my brother and I
8 years later I'm still splitting my birthdays and the holidays
Now, I have a stepmother, brother and sister
And now I have two homes
The pain is never ending...
The heartbroken me is hidden
behind my drawings
behind my poems
the pain is never ending
I've gotten heartbroken one too many times
One guy moved away the day we broke up
Another ran away on our month anniversary
Another won't bother to look or talk to me anymore
All of them I 'love' too much that the pain is never-ending
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very fine, true, real poem. It's the poem itself that puts in relation the wound of the loss of the family unity with breaking up some relationships.