Have you ever felt so lonely you wanted to die,
Wanted to cry,
Wanted the breakdown,
You deserve.
To express your feelings in a careless,
Frustrated mess,
Words soundless,
In your head.
You know you’re better than this,
Better than a kiss,
Don’t want to miss,
Those nights.
Trying to get over this loneliness,
This frustrated mess,
That ill-advised kiss.
Don’t miss.
A good, deliciously frustrated mood, if there ever was a frustrated mood that could be considered good. But a lovely poem, that's the main point.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again nice work your poems are very good -Amber