Broken like a glass window
torn like a sheet of paper.
Heart broken into many pieces
by a non-existing love.
Wishing to be loved by
someone, anyone to remove her pain.
Watches love pass her by everyday
pretty ironic cause that's her last name.
Feels like trash thrown away
in the street after its use.
Soul needs an extra boost
wants to be needed like oxygen.
Will anyone stop to examine the pain in her eyes
and mend her broken heart?
.........I guess not.
Time heals all wounds...only you can mend a broken heart and bring back the pieces into one... Cate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well sometimes time doesn't heal all wounds like pheonix said, sometimes we just need someone to help us thru it, but whenever we need someone the most they're not there, thats y i love the message of ur poem, keep writing