A sour stench
The smell of fate
I can't go back
It's just too late
Look into my eyes
What do you see?
Do you see the pain?
Are you happy?
You cut through my heart
Those words that you said
To you I am nothing
I should just be dead
This isn't really a poem. Just me being bored and depressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression is NOT an excuse, Jocelynn dear. Push on and write!