You assumed so much
that you cut your own throat.
You didn't know what you had
you only saw your self
being mad.
I am not well,
but I never tell,
no need for another
from hell
to feel my inner swells.
You'll keep on going the way you are,
and you'll keep on thinking
that my heart was not ticking.
It's okay
probably better that way,
because you can't handle
what is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality sometimes can be really harsh which becomes difficult to explain. Interesting poem to read.