As it slowly approches winter's grip...
too late i've realized it was a lousy trip...
but whats done can't be undone...
now i must at least not come back with none...
i lost all that i had...
now i try to gather what i still have....
start anew i will try...
maybe after a good cry...
It's been soo long...
but somehow i still feel the same wrong...
maddness, cause i'm not healing....
saddness, i'm left reeling....
i'm back to stupid ryhems....
even though i really don't have the time....
I think when i go back...
i'll hide in my sack...
try to make everyone forget...
maybe for that i'll regret...
but i turly am rotten....
let's hope when i go back i'm forgotten.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ive had those days too; wanting to be forgotten - hide in another town, wear a mask and sumbody else's name tag...but its all cool. what doesnt kill u makes u stronger, rite?