You should be sorry
that you broke my heart.
Now everything,
means nothing.
It is all just a game
that you play,
that is tearing me apart.
I hate this game!
it slowly kills me,
leaving no reason for me to laugh
or smile.
But this game will end,
in just a little while.
With this gun and with this bullet...
This little game will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whoa whoa woah, wait a minute, whats that gun and bullet thing supposed to mean? ? ? ? ? ?