An incision on my heart
Revealed a portion that is dark
My decision to restart
Before it's permanently mark
I'm a maniac, confess
Used to party before tests
Feels like cardiac arrest
Not a smarty like I guess
Open heart surgery
Is not being performed
Broken heart poetry
My life on a platform
Forgot about the good
Remembering the bad
Things are never all good
When all I see is bad
I've done enough wrong
Time to get it right
Might write a tough song
Called stand up and fight
I've opened my heart
The hell with what you think
You've been drunk on lies
Who sells that stuff you drink
I can lie to myself
To escape reality
What that says about self
And my personality
The good with the bad
Understanding duality
Before I go bad
God, please change my formality
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