My hatred burns
inside of me
how hard it was to see
wat was so plainly visible
but there i was oblivious
to all the lies
right then i could care less
but he lied after lie
he kept digging deeper
he dug his own grave
he called the grim reaper
but his soul will live
much further down then his body
god will damn him to hell
then he will have time to dwell
on the trouble he caused
the pain hes inflicted
my thoughts are still blurry
my head is still acheing
he has no chance to say sorry
Even if he does
i will not except
the lies he told
the secrets he kept
but in the end i win
i finally got the truth
but not from him
he lied some more
I may have lost a friend
but i really didnt
i guess it was all pretend
but i have already forgoten him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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