the guilt when i know
you ain fine anymore
and when i feel
i failed what i wanted to know
how it stabs me hard
when others make you fine
and i just have to sit
and watch with shame
i cry cause im worthless
not doing what ive to
making you feel so bad again
and having you think its your fault
knowing it isnt true
but you not feeling it yet
and when i burn myself with grief
someone else keeps you company and you like it fine
why am i so possessive
that even when he makes you fine
i aint fine
cause its me who wants to do that job
im sorry that ive never
done anything thats made you
really happy that it keeps you fine for anytime long
guess ive always been the bad omen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem