Why don’t the voices stop anymore?
Why can’t I breathe?
What do I keep on waiting for?
Questions with the answers of “leave”
I’ve cried a thousand times,
I’ve made a thousand crimes,
I’ve drank till the memory fades,
Regretting it all for the rest of my days.
Wishing that you were here,
I can’t be okay when we lied,
We gave into our darkest fear,
It’s like; everything could be okay if I just died.
Is it so bad to regret?
Regret surviving a suicide attempt?
Is it so bad to forget?
About the only good thing you had left?
Hand me a blade, hand me a bottle,
Hand me a mistake,
Hand me a hate, hand me a throttle,
No let’s just break.
Let these memories fade,
Remember our promise to never change?
I look into the eyes of the one I hate,
She’s in mirror, she’s screwed up, and she’s deranged
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem