I should stop caring about you
I should stop living
I shouldnt be breathing
my life has no meaning
Im having troubling,
finding the words to say
In this messed up poem
to darken your day
It feels as if ive known you for years
but you never really bothered
for me, anyone else
and i had you covered
darkness creeps in
when you leave my room,
please come back
im leaving soon,
the mess that goes on,
when you turn your back
they are only pathetic
no emotions intact.
I wont call you names and hurt
i will only be kind
for you my curse
a unforgiving bind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writting to show that your ok, when your not, is cool. But hard to do too. And you do a pretty good job. I think anyway. Thank you. Rabbit