If I don’t have your love I’ve got nothing to lose
I’d like to see you survive one day in my shoes
You killed my humanity without a second thought
Tortured and disembodied, just left me to rot
A choice to decide whether these thoughts make sense
Or allow the purging of my love to commence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it its nice look at mine we kinda write the same: ]