It tore me up the most that you never said good bye
I lie here thinking is it better just to die
Hart caught in a struggle like a bubble trying to fly
Cold words that I herd as if we didn’t coincide
I smile emptiness
Faking Happiness
Will I be Happy again
Im such a pessimisms
My exodus from living a dream
Just a dream so it seams
Now I live a nightmare like a massacre scene
Feels like you massacred me
And now im haunting myself
And I scare the bartender reaching for that top shelf
You were an angel to me
And it all comes to play
You’re the one that god sent just to take me away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem