I had a close friend.
I betrayed her trust.
I wasn't there for her
when she needed me.
Now I have no friend.
She turned in on herself.
Consumed by pain and despair,
she drowned in her sorrowa
I think of her often.
I regret that I didn't help.
It could have made a difference,
I might still have my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem