My bottle's almost empty,
This can't go on, I know.
My mind races non-stop,
And it's because of you.
Breaking my skin is a needle,
My scar quickly sinks in.
My trip now begins,
It's all over.
Not for you,
But because of you.
It's all over for me,
I'm on the edge.
I'm falling off,
I'm dead inside.
Yet I wonder why,
It's all over.............
What runs through my blood?
In vain, do I do this?
My mind is racing constantly,
And it's because of you.
Under my skin it gets,
Yet I'm giving in.
My trip has already begun,
It's all over.
Not for you,
It's because of you.
It's all over for me,
I was on the edge.
I've fallen off,
I've been dead inside.
Still I wonder why,
It's all over...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem