No more.
They're all around me.
Coward.
Pain.
Hurt.
Sadness.
Grief.
Fear.
Hate.
Anger.
Sympathy.
Blood.
So much blood.
They're all dead around me.
Please.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
I cannot move.
All my friends.
So much blood.
Fool.
Coward.
Move.
Those screams.
Haunting memories.
Crying families.
Lost loved ones.
Bombs.
Guns.
So much blood.
Tears from a child.
Screaming.
They're all dead.
Ground was covered in blood.
I have destroyed families.
I am alone.
Alcohol and drugs.
My only friends.
Machine guns.
Deserve the pain.
Coward.
No more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem