No emotion,
No hope,
All that's left is an empty shell.
There used to be emotion,
There used to be hope,
And the shell used to be a happy gleaming child.
But that's all gone now,
So what's the point,
If there is one?
I would love to know,
What sucked the soul,
Out of that Beautiful Little Girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem