it been almost a year.
the same question still remain.
why did you go?
why leaving me here with pain?
left feeling so confuse.
just wanting to scream
but, will anybody hear?
would anybody seem to care?
my world is broken.
don't know where to start.
when you left,
you took pieces of me,
will i ever get them back?
maybe not.
just tell me it'll be okay.
because i'm tired of asking why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for no particular reason, i just enjoyed this poem...i love your conclusion... Leslie Ching