One thought ripping through my mind.
this thought, is one a kind.
the blood on the floor
proves i cant take it anymore.
the broken picture in the bath
i loved him, yet he would only laugh
another cut,1,2,3
forever it will be, you and me.
a shreak of agony
we were meant for eachother, noone could see
so hes lying here dead.
all because i shot him in the head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem