One more day one more night,
Sorrow wins this little fight,
Ney there be no bloodshed,
But still I wish that I were dead,
Falling down, this empty soul,
Makes me wonder if I’m whole,
I feel like I’m missing a piece of me,
A piece, vulnerable and broken for the whole world to see,
Go ahead and laugh at me,
For this gun will set me free,
Free of pain gone awry,
For this night I surely die,
For when I die do not cry,
As for your love for me…the end was nigh,
You broke my heart you know it’s true,
And the pain you caused me…You’ve not a clue,
The pain has turned me into this,
Broken, scared, with bloody wrists,
As I lay there growing cold,
I take the gun out of its mold,
Angel of Death set me free,
Look at what I have come to be,
Loading the gun cold as ice,
Not looking back, not thinking twice,
Tears fall into oblivion as I squeeze the trigger,
Now it’s done,
Pain it’s self has finally won,
As you finally find me here,
Dead in our bed, you shed a tear,
On this day begins your end,
Staring at my grave, starting your end,
Taking your life, you whisper…the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem