'I'm not the right one for you...'
'There are better guys out there for you...'
Those were the words,
the sentences,
I couldn't wrap around my mind.
All the secrets I told you,
everything I have shown you,
is thrown into the garbage.
'You're wrong, wrong! ',
I screamed at him.
Pleading to him,
wishing for him to believe me.
'I'm right, you're wrong.'
'I will never amount to what you want.'
Penetrating my heart...
Do you even care what I have to think?
Depression,
loneliness begins to set in...
Never being able to find true love,
true happiness,
the true one...
Does it even matter anymore...
Does anything even matter anymore....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jacket zipped up like a guitar case Her neck like the length of the fretboard There's a hole in her soul As her screaming electric neurones Buzz like an amp Chaos rebel, Kali anger Peptides deform the cells and the water's information Inside of her Her hair is spiked up like spires toward God Her moods Swing like a metronome She sculptures her rock worn by the sea of life On her delicate mattress she's got some sheet music though As we rock as if a storm of an argument had broken out..