It is easier to believe that you don't care than to think you're gone.
Either way I lose.
Either way you're gone.
I thought I knew how this would end but...
now I'm not as sure.
Never being lucky, I'm always prepared to lose.
But not today!
I am so not ready!
I wish, just once before I leave,
I would know what it feels like to matter.
Driving away from everyone and everything would be easier than accepting that no ones gives a damn.
It's easier to say he doesn't have my number or my address
than saying he doesn't care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem