Baby, please don't come around;
it'll hurt to bad to hear the sound
of ur voice when you'll scream 'please don't do it.! '
When I'm at the top of a tower ready to jump down..
And mi amour don't come around
when I fall into the water to let myself drown..
It'll hurt to bad to see you jump in and save me
and bring back this sorrow I can't stop contemplating.
And dear, I'm begging, please don't come around
when I swallow so many pills that I lose count.
It'll hurt to bad to see you watch me O.D.
and be rushed to the emergency room to attempt to revive me.
And love of mine, don't come around
when I kick the chair and it falls to the ground.
It'll hurt to bad to stare into ur eyes
the last time I pursue committing suicide.
And my hippie-kid-bad-boy that I just can't deny,
please don't come around after I die…
It hurts too bad to think of you visiting me after hours
when I'm six feet underground and can't thank you for the flowers..
You really could also be a wonderful songwriter. You put pain on paper very well. But once its there, leave it there. You're too creative to do anything but to continue writing. -LP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much. I usually do put my poems into songs and play guitar to them.(: