I break down
Sometimes so hard and so fast that i go straight in through the ground
I go straight through
Without no clue
Of what I might make myself do
just to get over you
I might cut my wrists
I might make a list
Of the many times my face
made contact with your fists
I can go upstairs
And write everywhere
All of the prayers
I'd say when you weren't there
I could runaway
Back to yesterday
To change my mind and to say
That I didn't want you to stay
I would turn off the light
And pretend that it's night
I would do something right
I'd end this fight
The fight with myself
I'll get the rope off the shelf
I'll tie it around my neck
I'll hang myself from the deck
You might turn into a wreck
Or just say what the heck
But I would've already left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem