im sorry for causing you so much pain
and driving you insane
at me you always used to and still do shout
so i'd make myself feel when in doubt
making myself feel only showed me its reality and not a dream
and everything is as hard as it seems
and yet you wonder why i slit my wrists
and punched things with my fists
its because of you that i want you to die
i have to much to live for, hence you die, i just cry
i just drowned out all of my sorrows
and hoped for tomorrow
you dont even know what my favorite colour is
you dont even know the little things like this
you really dont even know me
and never will do because i wont let you see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem