I long to be next to thee,
But you don’t know me
I always see you, standing with your friends
But you never see me at the end
You hang with them,
With one of your chicks, and
It makes me sick
You make me angry that I hate myself
Just like you love yourself
I see that no one will ever love the dead
Cause of what you said
You always make fun of me
With the things you put me through
How I hate you
…But yet I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hate is a strong word then again so is love