punch me so that i dont have to feel my heart aching
the room is spinning so fast
is the earth quaking?
metallic taste of blood, strong on my lips
all i wanted was one innocent kiss
tear me apart and then pass me around
my ears have gone blind
i cant hear a sound
i know your probably thinking
these words are profound
but if you were sitting here, gently weeping,
you too would want to write this down
if you had to face this
constantly taste this
wat would you do?
holding onto loving memories
cuz theres way too few
imagine sitting all alone
cold on grey stone
watching the sunset
yet your chilled to the bone
no arms to wrap around you
to share the stained glass sky
so instead you sit and you cry
not caring or even knowing
almost wishing to die
sometimes its hard
to keep on hating yourself
inside you feel cruel
actions are a reflection of self
dont act like a fool
the pathetic part is
its hard not to feel sorry for yourself
when hella other people are starving
and living with no wealth
how can you sit here and pretend
that your stupid problems actually matter
its just to make urself feel important
you are the only person you are trying to flatter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem. It most certainly had me thinking. And it's something I feel i can relate to.