Une poème qui décrit mes émotions

Life sucks when you dig yourself a hole that's too deep,
And you go down on bended, scraped-up knees,
To beg for forgiveness from the people that be,
The lovers you fell for, and scraped up those knees.

Life sucks when those lovers,
Who right from the start,
Out of selfishness and thoughtlessness, take your cold, lonely heart,
And procede, due to ignorance, to tear it apart,
Failing to notice you're nothing without that ripped-up heart.

Life sucks when the lovers, the ones you hold dear,
Can't see what they do engenders the tears,
That blur your vision, bringing you evermore near,
To those eyes that, for you, have never shed tears.

Life sucks when it's thought that you're sheltered from harm,
In an embrace only found in the lovers' arms,
And that you're safe from all shock, from all surprise and alarm,
Just to find out you can't have the warmth of those arms.

Life sucks when I've done everything, beyond and above,
Enough to think I deserve from you, your delicate love.
But you
Scraped my knees
Broke my heart
Ignored my tears
Closed your arms
And obliterated the future I thought of:
The life of you and me, fingers intertwined, as a couple in love.