im giving up on this useless romance.
there's no point in being crushed further and further into the ground.
the longer it goes on,
the deeper the cuts get.
i need to get used to the fact,
i never will,
never have been,
someone worth loving,
let along living.
theres no point in feeling this way,
when i could easily end it all.
that sounds so good.
just to end it now.
theres no point in living,
breathing,
cutting.
unless i make it happen.
lryics from the song 'the wax walls of an empty room' by still remains:
Room'
burn the candle down to the end. in darkness i can't find a reason to pretend. make me see things that i dont want to see. images of someone... who i used to be. this empty room is my companion. my empty heart gives me compassion. you gave all i have and ill never ask for anything from you. you gave all i have and i never wanted more. looking down, shards of glass beneath your skin. i cant stand to see it. a mirror takes my sin. hold my head close to your heart. i can hear it beating. is this where it all starts? show me your scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem