A wonderful day
Gone to waste
A day with my boy
Who I truely love
All distroyed
In one small question
My own thoughts
Brake the sweetness
As always
I shouldn't talk
My mouth should be shut
Not say a word
Tied up with thread
Closed for all time
All I wanted to convay
was mixed up in words
I thought he'd understand
If I explained it more
But I should of known
That one sentence would work
Tears mixed with yells
Neather side letting up
One not listening to the other
One not able to explain
And in the end
Both have wounds that won't heal
both made by each other
So they can't heal the others
Old wounds spill open
One will decide to die
Or at least
See her death in her head
Left shaking alone
Blaming herself
And knowing
The demon inside her
Will try to distroy her
If only she was
Someone else
If only she was
Normal
If only she could
Just die away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've had that kinda of fight before