I hate the lies you tell about me don't you love me? I'm sad thinking of you, feeling like I want to take my life some times but I don't listen to you because your a madman as I try to get away you chase me like a pack of wovles, but I cry than I faces you and then Im not afraid of you, I call this person no name!
I think it is sad and it has to do with her life I love the tittle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sabrina, this piece could be sad, if she were to end her life over one lost love... Sometimes, those who steal our hearts, turn cruel, and that's where the real sadness lies. -Open your eyes dear poet... Let him go and find your passion through Your words... For one who is worthy of your heart, Will be forever touched by your write. I would like to see what else you can pen Sabrina...? Great start.; -) -Kelly.