Why do I always feel this way most of the time I decide to put an ounce of faith into someone.
That feeling just keeps forming inside like a cancer, feeling as though no matter how obvious or blunt I am about the way I feel about a person I always end up like a mirror that has fallen onto the ground, broken into tiny pieces.
You don't deny that you would rather give your attention to garbage instead of me, a crying shame.
You will be the one that misses out on the diamond you had in your grasp.
I will not waste any tears for you whatsoever.
No I do not want you crawling back to me begging for another chance, not when you threw the first and only chance into the fire and watched it burn.
Burned, now turned to ash are your chances at anything with me.
No future nor hope for you at all, this diamond will be appreciated by another more deserving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem