i die a little more each day
but only then do i kno that im ok
i cry till theres no more tears left
waiting for someone to listen to me confess
i tortured myslf thinking of u
wishing that u would get the clue
u kno
i hurt myself alot
its the attention from being put on the spot
theres one more thing before i for get
u should take the knife out my back cause im not dead yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem