cutting out pictures in the magazine
feeling stupid because i'm not seen
as the pretty girl inside
writing on the mirror with red lipstick
cause my blood is just too dark and thick
and the pain will never subside
and you'll see what's left of me
and they'll feel sorry for me
and it's me who will be left alone
in this hell the devil calls home
close the door only to open it again
i have to lose cause there is nothing to win
i think i should die
swallow the key and just keep breathing
choke on it enough to stop my heart from beating
i wouldn't care otherwise
and you'll see that there is nothing infront of me
and they'll feel a little lost with me
cause all that's stupid in the world would have gone away
and it's my stupidity that makes them feel good everyday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is most a failure when a woman is failed...but a man that is dead cannot be killed...the man that kills does so to even up the relationship...he is not living inside...he is dead and searching just as a woman would only when a man does so he does so at the woman's expense ..and you have shown this nicely with your wording of resentment...