so invincible, mostly invisible
locked up tight, losing an uphill fight
to a battle im tired of fighting
clinching my fist, praying i don't hit
the stinging still remains, it will never go away
the burning hole in my chest, from all this regret
one day, just one day..i want you to see
i want you to feel, the scrutany,
listen up miss messiah
shhh don't say a word
you think your the queen
well im the king and i have spoke
i have soke in tears
to many tears, its your turn to feed on the rot
the rot of the evil ways,
you fed me to him
so shut up
its now my turn to chime
in and out
its my noose and nail
so hang yourself you witch
your done in this world
its upside down now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem