I've planned it for so long
no flaws to get in the way.
Sitting on my bed with cold hands
with my heart ripped from my chest.
I can't take it anymore
you broke me and left me to suffer.
You treated me like your puppet
then cut the strings.
All I want to do is make the pain go away.
The warm red line makes me forget.
If only you knew what you have done to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem