Nomore friends
And I lost my lover
She was messing around with another
Nomore family
Nomore fears
Washed it away with a couple hundred beers
This killed my pride
It killed my will
So much pain
I popped a pill
More and more my pain is lifting
Pain is gone
Yet pain returns
The more you take
The less you feel
Soon enough your pills are gone
Then the rest of your life is lost.
Lost my friends and lost my lover
Lost my family and lost my beers
Lost my fears and lost my pills
Most importent and worst of all
I lost my life which wasnt a life at all.
I really like this poem and can relate to it a lot. Keep on writing you are really good at it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem! Keep Writing.