the bell dont ring out for you
only for the children who go to school
you are left behind
with no-one to be kind
your tired of your life
and you reach for your knife
the warmth of your blood
falls onto the damp mud
and all the feelings are lost
but at what cost?
now your gone the people no longer sing songs
and people wonder why your gone
and what you longed for so long
you can never have,
because you have died...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's so sad to be lonely, but I know that feeling very well! Regards Purple Rose