</>I'm standing by the window
with a 9x19mm parabellum automatic
to my head
thinking of all he has put me through
my heart starts racing
my mind starts going crazy
I cant think straight
how much am I supposed to take?
how much more does he think I can handle
before I break?
I cant think straight
what should I do?
He walks through the doors
looking so damn innocent
'you dont want to do that'
thinking that I wont
he reaches out to grab my hand
and I say goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem