I don't know what I'm saying anymore.
What can help me?
I don't know.
Love?
Lust?
Always, Lust will fail.
Love only brings pain to yourself and others.
Who is selfish enough to continue to love,
And to be loved?
You have no idea what I mean...
So leave, without looking back.
Love?
Or hate? Both make you,
Vulnerable...
Each has it's own promise, that lust cannot give.
You may choose the easy path,
Or my path.
Until the day comes, keep living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem