There’s something broken in me.
Something small but essential
Something important and central.
Something that makes me ugly.
It should be there, but it isn’t.
It vanished on a cold winter night.
It shattered against the hard walls of my heart.
It cannot be repaired.
It had an important role.
Its absence left a hole in my essence.
It never learned about love.
It made me hurt myself.
It made me hurt others.
There’s something broken in me.
And I never knew it.
Until now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem