Everything I have lost 
is piling up in front of 
me.
My heart is broke
and it's all because of 
me.
The tears that fall from
my eyes wont get a second
glance.
For I am the one who
does these things that truly
make me sad.
What have I done? 
What do I do? 
As I sit here writing 
this poem to you.
For I have lost 
everything I have even
lost you.
Tell the devil not to 
worry that he might see 
me real soon.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem