The sad reality is; 
You were at war with yourself
I became collateral
I wanted you to heal
You pretended you weren't hurt
I felt the pain of watching a beautiful thing easily disintegrate Maybe it needed elders to invigilate
I gave you everything
You left me with nothing
Were we fighting a battle we couldn't win? 
Did we create a loophole that let the enemy in? 
Our eventful end would make any head spin
The sad truth is, not every story has a happy ending.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    