Oh.
Your awake.
I was just......
um.....going for a smoke...
really.
Okay your right i wasnt.
Im leaving
Yes for good.
Because im tired of this.
C'mon we both knew this wasnt made to last
This relationship was built on sex, drugs, and hate
Need me?
Why?
Hell i dont need you
I only need my needles, my lighter, and my guitar.
So goodbye.
Go find someone else to 'love'
Someone who knows how.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem