Funny how I hate you
I could kill you without blinking
You mean that little to me
I really don’t care anymore
You killed me today
I feel dead inside
All that’s left is for you to take the knife and slit my throat
I’ve suffered enough
I don’t want to suffer anymore
Make it quick an easy
I prefer to die
It would make me feel much better
So do it kill me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem