It's not what it seems, these nightmares only make you wanna scream inside your dreams, but the rest of the world is sound is sound asleep, don't make a peep. These dreams are just memories that haunt me, tearing apart my brain, bringing me pain. You let go so quick, felt like I was beat with a stick, I'm gunna be sick. I want to forget, I need to forget, but I just remember the month of September. It's my saddest memory, and it seems to be driving me crazy from the second to the twenty seventh is what should be forgotten I wanna let you go but I'm too weak, maybe I should just disappear. Because what I fear is I was nothing, because you let me go like it was nothing. I thought I meant something, You really did and I can't forget but I have forgiven I know your reasons and I'm glad for your choices you made your own path that's all that counts and if I could go back to September the month I still remember I would change a thing cause I want you to be happy and if your happy I'll be fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem