Try so many times but all those times you fail
Alter your life to make you happy because it’s your tale
Fall because you can no longer stand
You sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man
Stomach cramps that will never rid you of their pain
You hate your stomach as much as you hate your fame
All those times you felt so weak
Your pain is there in the words you speak
‘I hate mom, I hate Dad
It all makes you feel so sad’
All Apologies every single day
You put a gun to your head despite what you always say
Come as you but take your time
Happiness is always a crime
All you want is Frances Bean to be able to be happy and have a chance at a good life
For that to happen you needed to leave your baby and your darling wife
Your kind of happiness, the happiness when you die, isn’t insane
Peace Love Empathy, for you Kurt Cobain
He is one of the music greats, it is too bad he killed himself or he would have went far in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He is my favourite musician and is the only thing to keep me sane, I do wish he was alive but i think that to him, killing himself was the only way to be happy