I am godless in my heartbreak.
He is not here.
Looking back, I don't know if He every was.
Crying out, I know He is not.
Why should I not suppress my pain with the things that make me forget?
Its more than you are doing.
A bottle cares more about my pain than you do.
I'm mad at you. Just show up so I won't.
Too much blood in my throat.
I'll chalk it up to 'I'm fine' with most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem