One shot
That's all it will take
To end my pain
Rid me of the noise
He tells me that he loves me
He's disappointed
To see me like this
All I can think is sure
Let me show you how I feel
Through my poetry
Let me teach you about me
The only way I know how
Writing is my passion
But I inser the pen
Hopefully one day
It will poison me
Writing is not a hobby
Writing is an art
Living is not needed
It's a choice
Let me go
Let me go
I don't want to be here
Anymore
Dear God
Do you think you can use
A damaged angel?
A broken body?
(January 4th,2011. Written both because this is how I feel right now and because one of my friends told me he wishes he could die and become an angel right now because it would be easier than going home every day.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem