Bang! I shot myself in the head,
Thanks to you, now im dead.
I hope you're fine,
cuz now you're mine.
I see my body lying still,
my eyes are open without a will,
you promised me we'll make the pact,
and now i know it's just an act.
They call me weak, we proved them true,
I can't believe what you made me do,
now I'm useless, now I'm cold,
I should have lived and turned eighteen years old.
I should have lived and went to college,
got a degree, and became a sage,
I shouldn't have died on a suicide,
Cuz still on problems i cannot hide.
What can i do?
I can't touch you,
I'm now a ghost,
Without a host.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm sage? GW. I have that feeling of the ghostyness alot..