I hardly cared.
I hardly cared the whole day.
Until it was 1am again.
Then tears rolled down my face.
And I said over and over again, 'it's so unfair, I tried so hard this time.' Or 'what was the reason? ? '
What was the reason?
I mean I know the reason.
But it's not a good one.
So l beg to God again,
Asking him to help you through whatever you're going through,
so that you can brighten someone else's days.
To have whatever weight that's on your chest be lifted off.
Though you do deserve pain.
You deserve unhappiness.
You deserve to be discarded like I was.
You deserve to hurt.
But I don't want that.
How could I?
It's me.
No matter how much anyone hurt me, I will always care.
I hate that I care.
But I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem