This time it's so much more,
and I can honestly say I haven't done it before.
I tried and tried to no avail,
but this time I'm halfway there.
You left me for dead and ran to her,
so now it's my time to dissapear.
I won't leave a mark,
I won't shead a tear,
but I will move on.
I will be strong.
I will show you what you missed,
and I will be rid of this.
Maybe we'll grow back,
but then again no.
I'll hang on by a thread,
untill my end.
Then I'll be rid of you,
I'll be rid of me,
Then we can finally be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem