cant go to the movies anymore with your life being threatened. cant sit with a friend without having to hear the pitch afterwards.
cant wish an ex girlfriend happy birthday with getting a'nice to hear from you' cant be a human without being a zombie.
for all the hell i've spent in this cell; i cant resist the urge to be heard, loved, hated, killed. i'm hooked. pretty obvious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem