i have become entangled
inside my empathy 
which has in turn, strangled 
my love, my life, to tragedy 
but when i turn to care
i cant stand but give a blank face
for i know its not fair 
that you have left me here, 
dying in this decietful place
i am consumed by sorrow
and now theres noone beating down the door 
and as i look toward tomorrow
i dont see the sunrise anymore
ive become all ive ever feared
and as you set me free 
you find im not what i appeared 
to either you or me 
now i can take a sorrow 
and beat it dead
but it always rises for this disgusting tomorrow
and i know this as i lie in bed                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
cheer up. when you lose a love one, it is like missing a bus, wait long enough and another one will be by in ten min. love is good and love is bad. this was a good write and it is good that you can write about it.