I bleed from wounds
That don't exist
I run from you
In fear of what I wanted most
And after everything I do
You still love me
And now I'm sitting here
With this knife in me
And now the fear
Is greater than what you see
I'm just trying to be
Everything you wanted from me
I bleed from wounds
That are unforgiven
And I hate you
Because you stole
My unforgiven soul
And now I'm sitting here
With this knife in me
And now the fear
Is greater than you know
And I'm trying not to let it show
And I'm still trying to be
Everything you wanted from me
I'm a little dense, but I think I figured this one out. I can't say thatI found it to be interesting to me, but perhaps I'm just stale. I recommend it for those who like such things. It just isn't my thing. GW62
I don't get how someone wants so much from another, ...it's almost worser than parasitism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, just luv it!