My heart feels sorrow,
pain stabbing deep within.
Though my tears have run dry,
they find their way again,
bleeding anew from wounds of the past.
I feel my heart trampled,
scratched and cast into the passing wind.
The hurt unseen by ordinary eyes,
yet its sting weakens my body,
leaving me hollow.
No words can capture
the depth of sadness,
the weight of disappointment.
I try to escape the blade of grief,
but still it cuts,
still I am wounded,
still I am betrayed.
For countless times,
my heart is pierced again,
bleeding silently,
without anyone knowing.
Hati terasa pilu
Pedihnya menusuk kalbu
Terasa kering sudah air mataku, namun mengalir lagi
Berdarah kembali, luka yang lalu
Terasa hatiku diinjak-injak
Diguris-guris, dicampak ke angin lalu
Sakit yang terasa tidak terlihat dek mata kasar
Namun pedihnya terasa, longlai tubuhku
Tiada tutur kata yang dapat kuungkap
Betapa sedih dan kecewa rasa di jiwa
Betapa ku usaha untuk mengelak di luka
Meluka, namun tetap terluka, dilukai
Buat kesekian kali
Hatiku di tusuk lagi
Berdarah tanpa disedari