at one time
love flutter in my head
the time with late night talks
and happy days
now these days
suicide flutters in my head
I think only
10 more pills and
one more cut
I won’t
let them try and fix
me I’m not broken
I go in the past
every once in awhile
I lay and watch
the time go by
and the past fade
I wish I was
back when
I stayed up late talking
and when I had happy days
but now
I stay up late crying
and have sad days
I sit and I
stew about my past
and I hope my future
isn’t like that
so now that my
late night talks
and my happy days
are all faded
I just sit
and I vibe
and hope one day
I’ll be over it all
all the late night talks
and happy days
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