You look and smile, and act all sweet
But no: your vial and my heart can’t beat
I see the real you
Its fake and lying
You see the real me
That’s real but dying
You act like a friend
It hurts more when you do
Just tell me the truth
But that’s not fun for you
You play with my head
And make me insane
But why do you do it?
There’s nothing to gain!
I call for a friend
To help in my time of need
But you stand and look
And watch me bleed…
In the end you look and smile
With a darkened heart, dead and vial……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem