Ripped off heartstrings,
like the deviations
in their own threats.
poorness and emptiness in my blood,
yes my heart is not working where it’s usually working for;
to keep me alive,
instead my heart is beating, so convulsively
and it’s losing her breath because of the overmastering painful thrive.
Do you see my tears streaming in a collection for those frightful waterfalls?
Do you hear that one kind of prayer,
whom inside of me calls;
it also screams for you..
I don’t want you to think about what happened,
just let it fly away.
don’t worry about it,
your pain; I fought for it it;
that kind of horrible fray,
from the past…