I am Gothic and Retarded
I wonder Why i havent died yet
I hear People dieing
I see Dead people
I want Death
I am Gothic and Retarded
I pretend nothing
I beleive in the devil
I touch nothing
I feel nothing
I worry that im not gonna die
I cry. NOT!
I am Gothic and Retarded
I understand nothing
I dream of the day i die
I am Gothic and Retarded
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem