I couldn't think of something worse,
Than having to think of my first.
My first goodbye,
Where I will cry
And reality will shut down.
I'm scared for you,
That you might go to soon.
Leaving me in the dark
Where I will make a mark.
The scars would burn
My soul would yearn
For one last hug.
Don't tell me it's what I think,
Dont tell me my life will sink.
Don't make me cry
Don't make me die
On the inside.
We've had a long friendship,
Longer than the Titanic Ship.
And I don't want that ruined
All because you blew it.
It might be my fault too...
Just don't leave me this soon.
So tell me my friend,
That this won't be the end.
Please just tell me,
That you're not going to leave.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a nice poem and just a little ago there was a submission...'suicide is not glorious'....do ave a look