My life just left me, but I really don’t care
I choke on my heartbeat, and stare and stare
No more activity, I’m bored till I die
another weekend, don’t ask me why
So many dreams that never came true, I should have
dragged my own life through the fire and burn
But now I sit here like an overfed whale, spitting,
and my mind slips away all the time
Middle-aged overweight trauma,
what can you do
Middleweight over-aged drama,
what can I do
Nobody left, no solution at all,
nothing remains as I crawl and crawl
Irony takes place of the truth,
how I laugh at the youth
The kids grow up and they hate my guts
They know all too well that I’m finished for good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem