I have something for you to hear, so listen up my darling, my dear.
We have been through a lot this past year.
You hurt deeply when you left,
Now I've turned to knives, lies, and theft.
The problem is too developed to be solved.
Why did I let myself get involved?
No book or hotline can help me now.
Why? When? You. How?
'I love you', I used to say,
But now I'm saying goodbye, and I don't play.
I hate you now my darling, my dear.
Don't you dare think of coming back here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem