Get your knife and put it to my heart
Push it through and watch my blood run dry
The smile on your face as you kill my soul
You cut out my heart and threw it in the trash
This is what you did when you broke my heart
I know how you feel......I've been there and been hurt......for me i just want to die.....so i can't face that pain again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...........a tad melodramatic, but at age 15 you're entitled to be I suppose. Cheers, Jerry