This is the end.
My pain won't mend.
I can't take help.
I'll live with my hell.
Inside I am unending.
My blood will always flow.
This heart will always break.
They will never know.
My hands go weak and I watch.
This color is my favorite.
It fades away.
I'll never see it again.
It will never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem