No where to run, no where to hide
Nothing left to do but die
No one here to dry my tears
No way to know there's nothing to fear
Alone, i walk with anger in my heart
and piece by piece i slowly fall apart
Nothing left except for tear drenched curls
and a lonley little girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book' -Psalm56: 8 I feel that this poem is a tear in the jar as it were. That it is your soul written on the page. It commands compassion. It screams you broken heart to the world that has perhaps broken you. Heartfelt. Very Sincere.