He was only six when he heard this word
Rejecting everyone especially girls
Looking at the face lying in the eyes
Now he wares a mask hiding in disguise
Afraid of the one he loved the most
He’s only forgotten and still isn’t known
Wanting to do things he wanted to do
Knowing that sometimes it may even hurt you
He’s only sixteen and really is hurt
Kicked out of house with out a word
Wanting to do something more then usual
He picks up a gun and does the unusual
Twenty five years is just a metaphor
Especially when he’s looking for her
Fucked up on drugs and almost dead
He’s at a mercy of a messed up friend
Awake in the E.R. he has one last wish
He wants to know what happened to the list
A list of everyone that she had loved
And never had the courage to cross them off
Confused in a web of hole bunch of lies
He’s now twenty six and he wants to die
Slowly he takes his last breath he see’s
The only name on the list is his
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem