Damage me!
Like your critical impulses demand from you.
Break my step!
Begin to crack my reflected irrelevance…
Throw my pieces away.
Make it impossible for me to find you.
What shines upon,
Will be me….
Take a shard from my back.
And drive it though your heart.
It's not the beginning of an ending,
But an finish to the start.
Every time you wake up,
Your going to wish you were dead.
Because I will always be here…
Damaged…..
Hated….
Self image related…
~EMPATH~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem