To many things hve happened.
To many tjings I have left unsaid.
And when I look at you everything I do is bad
God I've tried.
But trying never was enough.
Now you'll see all I asked was for you to try to understand.
Even if you were to find me.
It'll be to late then.
It wont do me a thing.
Im on my way out now.
Leave me alone.
Your to late to help me now.
It's all far to late.
I must go now.
I cant take it any more.
I cant play the false act.
Of pretending all is well.
Or pretending that I want to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem