There aren't enough pills
To make the pain go away
This music isn't loud enough
To not hear you say:
'It's over, we're done
I am tired of your games
You are burning my mind
Making me insane'
The cuts aren't deep enough
Because i can still see you going away
I am not bleeding fast enough
Because i'm still asking you to stay
You keep saying:
'I am sick of your drama
Of your jealousy
With you it's like a rollercoaster
You are a sneaky little cobra
With your brandy
You are a bomber'
And i keep begging:
Please don't go
I love you so much
Can't live without you
Without your touch
You are my medicine
I need you
You are the one who makes me feel right
Now that you are gone, there are voices in my head, again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem