I always thought of us as one,
but it altogether came undone.
I was always there to catch you as you fall,
still you abandoned me when I needed you most of all.
I was wrong to believe in such a silly fantasy but,
no worries, no harm done. 'Cause a bullet through the head
isn't as painful as one right through the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem