I ask...
Why is it like this?
So much pain and lies
No more love or any bliss,
Just leave me here to cry.
I ask...
Why must I stay?
With so much deceit
My life is so far astray,
My decision is now conrete.
I ask...
Why not let go?
There is nothing to be saved
My pains can now flow,
My soul is no more craved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem