Well.. Here I am again.. Hoping you were online or something.. I tried to text you using yahoo.. But..It didn't work.. I'm sorry that I lied.. And that this happend. Im really regretting it now. Sitting here dramatically sad and emotional. I hope you know I devoted to you. My life my world everything that I was supposed to. My tears are of acid. Stinging me hard. I don't like when we fight, or when we each play our own cards. Love isn't a gamble. Especially when your real. we touch, we die, we feel, we lie. Humans. What a pathetic race of us. Can't we just be what God made us to be. Its sad to think. People hurt you and leech. Where were you 'friend' when I was at the dropping point my life about to end, feeling the grip of my gun, hand sweaty, tears dripping down my face, whats wrong with us? The human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem