What would I live for now?
If all I ever wanted is being torn,
piece by piece.
Love.
Family.
Trust.
All fly away little by little,
Like ashes in a burning house.
What ever happen to us?
Family; no, enemies.
Trust; no one.
Love; gone.
What is Gods purpose in life?
If it all dies.
We all turn away from each other.
Never speck again.
I just wish we can reverse time.
Go back to those days when all this existed.
Where we were once happy.
no fights.
No arguments.
It seems like the end of the world to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem