I never would of thought of how much wrong I could've been caught up in, And sadly now I know. The pain travels from my aching chest up to my head to where it feels like my brain is throbbing.Throbbing so hard that it hurts and gives me worse headaches.
I tried to push my pain down with the beer, The bottle shot up each time and down the lies went down my throat.Only for me to wake up to next morning feeling as if my throat was punched in until that person was satisfied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Barnes. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks