Broken Happiness that never existed
When you didn’t have something to begin with you don’t really miss it
Hatred in painful but pain is life
I cut my heart with the tip of a knife
Tears that burn into my skin
Death is the world’s greatest sin
I am tired and I am weak
But in the end I will get the vengeance that I seek
Im the only soul that knows her reasons why
That my mother dearest left me to die
Finding ways to make it alright
I can’t help that my river if tears leaks into night
People see me and they think that Im ok and always happy
They would never imagine the hate I have, oh how sappy
Oh how I wait to tell the world of her doings that disinagrated me
The Unnamed Hatred suddenly consumes me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be happy still. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.