i know i'm not perfect and i try too hard
and i hate the way you make me feel insuperior
i hate what you've done to me all those countless times
you used me, you broke me into so many small pieces
and all of them are lost because of you
why can't you love me? it hurts to see you love them
how are they better? they don't care like i do
they will never love you like i do
so why treat me this way? what have i done?
i hate you now, i hate you so much
it hurts to look at you, knowing what could've been
and knowing that it will never be
all because of some fantasy you once had
you leave me over some fantasy
it ruined me, i hope you get ruined just as much
you were the one, and now you're no good to me
only for hurt and pain and suffering and bitter tears
you killed me, and i hope they kill you
because you deserve it unlike me
i've done nothing but love you
and now, it has come to an end
everything has come to an end because of you
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...