Blood rushing to the tips of my fingers.
Looking in the mirror, seeing someone else.
It's all ending so suddenly, just the way I planned it.
I close me eyes feeling what used to be my heart.
Not understanding why such things tear me apart.
They don't understand what they've done.
Everything they've ever said and done replaying like a silent movie.
It hurts to remember, I don't want to anymore.
They couldn't just leave me alone.
Now this rests on their conscious.
Maybe next time they won't be so cruel.
Their intetions are meant to hurt and destroy.
They got what they wanted.
Now they get to see what they've done.
But their not happy.
They now realize they made a mistake.
But they wanted to hurt and destroy.
Now they have to watch what they've ripped apart destroy itself.
But this is what they wanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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