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
just hating myself
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 a 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 is incredibly deep as are all of your poems. I like