No Title.. Poem by Kristina Holm

I have so much to say
I have so much to tell you
About everything thats wrong.
When will you have the time to listen?
When will you have the time to understand?

You dont have the time
To take care of me
The way you would
If you really did care.
You dont have the time
To see me
The way i really am.

So why wont you
Just release me from the pain
Before I og all insane.
Release me from the pain of all those years.
Ya know,
Bullets goes in
And hearts comes out...