Damn, I'm Bleeding all over the Place.
It's on the Floor, on your Hand's, on your Face.
The Blood is from the Knife that you cut and
ripped my back with. Though You're lies Cut me Deeper
Than you'll ever know.
Your Promises are nothing now, like a dead rose crushed...
it just blows away with the wind.
One day You'll realise how you are so Blind,
and you might open your eye's
and know I was the Best you've ever had...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem