So far gone... Not even here
Can't be who you want me to be... Just want to be me
Don't want to speak... Into your eyes i do seek
The truth unknown... Hoping that there it may be shown
Feeding me a line... Oozing out like slime
Our bed is messed... He is undressed
Over my knock out brother... Fist clenched and hovering
She says your wrong... In nothing but a dirty staind thong
I walked away... With her i will not stay
Head hung low... My walk becomes so slow
All you held dear... I can not be near
Nothing left but rage... I should be but in a cage
There is no such thing as love... and to hell with being gental as a dove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem