bring upon death to those how cause stress
what a mess they have made of me
like glass I break fragility
while insanity shadows me endlessly
I tend to break down constantly
over simple matters of society
save me god form this catastrophe
for you have not whet shown love towards me
or have I been forgotten from havens above me
should I cry or I should scream in sweet ironic sorrow
is there a reason to wake up tomorrow
may I borrow the liquor of death
to set me apart form the rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned and poignant write! When you popular there are those who admire you honestly and those who envy you! But we disregard those last one and move on! Thanks for sharing! Love and Peace for always!