Lately ive wanted to cry,
My eyes get watery,
Some days i dont want to be hear,
I just want to die,
Thinking no one would miss me,
For they have never seen me for what i see,
For what i fell,
And how i deal.
What hurts the most,
Is that when im gone,
There wont be a ghost,
I'll be completely gone.
Cold as ever,
With shivers down my back,
No fever will come,
Come to attack,
You will not remember me when i am gone,
I will not become a spirit, and i will not haunt you,
Besides that it will be a taunt, to me............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem