Pain, agony, melancholy and suffering,
Are what my bare heart echoes.
The sun shines all over, except in me,
I’m all alone, living an uncared life.
Touch your gentle heart just the once,
You would know what I go through.
Sometimes I wonder why not end it all,
But only for the three divine virtues.
You are not cruel, neither are you cold.
If only you open those benign eyes,
And be witness to the desolation I live.
Will you realize I have only cared.
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