My broken heart 
Can no longer stand what I drag it through.
I watched it fall from a height so great
Over and over again, 
Shattering into a thousand pieces beneath me.
Frantically trying to mend the damage, 
To capture what had been lost, 
I crumbled. 
No one was there to save me when you left, 
In blind panic and frantic rush
I forced the pieces into places they didn’t belong, 
Now I’m left twisted, contorted, 
Sewn up wrong.
I’m unfixable, 
Ashamed.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hurtful.... I am sure this wasn; t easy to write, but in this stands the power of an artist! Very well written, I loved the great imagery! ~~Elya Thorn~~