Heavy hearted,
Full of pain,
Where you left,
A blackened stain.
How you could say,
The things you said,
Hurt so much,
I wished myself dead.
To look into,
Those once friendly eyes,
Would make me weak,
Lead me to my demise.
So I stray away,
From the comfort you once gave,
Feeling more than worthless,
There's nothing left to save...
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad you're here still around and you'll leap high far into realms only dreamt of because your words ring so true delicate and strong keep up the good work