no longer will i hide my anger
or do you a favor
i wish to hold a knife
and show the cuts
you've brought my life
to stand infront of you
let the blood gather at your shoe
5 straight slashes
and i collapse
with wide open gashes
for a brief moment im inside your mind
you're planning and plotting
to leave me behind
as i wish this dream was true
no longer wishing i was with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem