I wish I hadn't used you as my shelter
Being soaked by the rain had been much better
Because in reality you only made me colder
Made me hate everyone and what they had to offer
Because in the end my heart always suffers.
What wrong did I do when I chose to speak up?
What wrong did I do when I chose to confide?
Regardless,
I wish I never met you
That would have been so much better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem