I
Feel
Weight.
Pressure.
Breaking me down
Day by day my walk gets harder
I feel myself falling
Tumbling over the edge
Of the point of no return
We used to stand
Back to back
Armed
Protecting each other
Now we stand face to face
Guns loaded
Knives at each other’s throats
One slip
And everything we had
Will be gone
And when we look back
There are no remnants
Only blood and battle wounds
But we won’t care
Long as the fight will be over
And we don’t have to deal with each other’s
BULLS***
Anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks...i was going thru a break up when i wrote this