For those who go through heart break,
You have not seen real pain,
For if your father was a drunk,
And your mother clinically insane,
you would forget that broken love,
for that would be true pain.
For those who are betrayed,
By friends who are not real,
think of that sad homeless boy,
so poor that he must steal,
you would forget that betrayal,
for that would be true pain.
For the couple that falls apart,
for love was just to weak,
this woman lost her husband in war,
she's in to much shock to speak,
your love will grow, with time you know,
but for her, that is true pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoy your poems they made me feel better(: . This one makes a good point at how in times we can be so selfish and think that we have it so bad. When really there's a lot of people out there that have it way worse then us. Great read.