little did we know that we would end up here
in this cold room with no one around us but the bare cold walls
no heat just cold air on our face
your crying and im dieding no one here to hear us cry or yell for help
your scared and screaming at mom but she can't hear you because shes gone to the light
i lay on the ground bleeding from stab wounds
i start to cry and scream at you to shut up and go to sleep
i'll try to be the stronger person but knowing that i wount make it to
tomorow so i hold u tight and hope to never let you go
you have nothing now on one here to help you from your pain and tears
and as you sleep just remember that you are strong and will always be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet again Journey..! Your words have painted a grate peom. 'Never be scared to write what you think' your friend Matt