I freaking hate snow
its to bright
i like the darkness
kinda like my heart
i lay in bed within the bright glary snow
i feel the tears running down my face
i cover my window so it is dark
i cover up so no one can see
i cut my wrist so i can breath
i lay awake and feel the pain
this is what i do
this is what i feel
if u dont like it
u can go to hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem