You said you cared
For me, yet you put
Me down every night
You wouldn't let me do
What I want, you
Deystroy the times I
Could have had fun
I picked up the razor
To life and pressed
It to my skin
You told me to stop
That is wasnt worth it
I listened like always
And put it down
After I heard you diss
My friend that I cared for
It fliped my switch and
I picked up the razor again
This time I succeeded and
Watched my life go by
You disapointed me so many
Times...
Im finished.
(To my friend amber who is really cool, but isn't happy.)
How was that you came to be in the manner in which are? The poetry inside your heart is to some like glass all to clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe that your poem shows your feeling to whomever your writing it about I believe it is very well wrote.