When I walk in front of your car.
Break my legs
With the front bumper.
Snap my neck
Against the windshield.
Make me soar over you
Limp and broken
Crack my skull
On the hard road.
Wash the blood off with the hose
As if it never happened.
I want to die.
Do not stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetry karina, its quite deep though.I hope you don't really feel that way about life.please check my poems out