beat out of psych
as i hide in my room
fist pounding the wall
till my knuckles break
tears rolling down my face
and no sound escapes
hate that i love you
but just hating myself
when i still do
so brick breaks
and i break down
clutching my mangled fist
finally a sob is let out
not from pain but from loss
when i know i won't see you again
this is i final goodbye
to my best friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is very touchoing, i know how it is to lose someone, iv been there to many times to count, i have done things like that, maybe evenb worse. i just love this poem. i love everything abouty it, wonderful jobb.