I felt like a withered flower
Hating life with every gust of wind
You were an oak tree
Laughing at every single attempt
I feel like a boy
Who's mind still wanders off into dark places
You are an angel
Flawless with no sign of giving chase
All the times I cried for you
I ripped out my heart and tried for you
You didn't care
Keep that smile on your face
It doesn't bother me like you think
I will go on
I will find another
You killed my insides
And the out is suffering
Help me
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