Another broken dream,
another hope worn thin.
They say words are just words,
so why do I let them in?
Promises fracture again,
like glass beneath my feet.
Why do I keep believing
what I know will leave me weak?
Life no longer makes sense,
its answers shut their doors.
The pain they leave behind
is ignored—like it was never mine before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem