I leave my chalk outline on the floor,
Stand up and close the door
It doesn't matter who put the last straw on my back
It doesn't matter who made the final stab
I'm just glad I died
I'm neither stupid nor blind
I just simply don't give a damn
I see it, I get it
Doesn't mean i have to do anything about it
I'll save myself when I'm ready to
When I forget about the ones who I once helped
So not to hate them for watching me sink
I'll wake up when I'm somebody else
When I make myself believe there's no good being me
So not to wonder where's everybody now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was a great poem. i especially like your last stanza.