Unloved,
And to always be unloved,
Not a single tear shed,
For a pain I never wish to feel.
There was once a point to try,
But realised now that this point was fruitless,
I shall always remain one,
I will always remain my own.
This fate was once not my choice,
The youth that I lived had this choice,
But in lessoned learned,
He became unloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how you feel man. look up some of my poems if you'd like