It's never wanted nor taken, though it's needed.
I can beg you time and time again
But you as well as every one else had a life to live.
Silently in pain, questioning where it was that such errors occurred,
Looking into broken mirrors and seeing nothing.
Pleading any soul,
Seeking any stranger to become the knight who saves the day
And what a life it is to have no life at all.
To fear change- for it has rightfully earned a need to be,
To fear love- because love is always taken,
Happiness- as it's such a foreign emotion.
And pain, being that pain has been my best friend for years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem