Sucking the life out of my soul,
my heart has become a dark empty hole.
Bitterness, anger has swallowed my joy,
while his happiness shines like an innocent young boy.
Stuck in my hell he created for me,
sinking in deeper unable to get free.
He goes on as if he did nothing wrong,
strumming his guitar as he writes a new song.
Not one did he ever write for me,
instead they were for his sweet fantasy.
I’m finished caring about my fine mate,
for in the end God will choose his fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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