I'm listening to a song
you probabaly hate
me for listening to.
Its so sad and reminds
me of you, that day i
screamed and cried.
I can't take it anymore!
I hate myself yet again,
take a sip of the beer.
And I pray I'll make it
to the next day.
I'll Grabbed the gun
from my desk and put
it to my head, i'll close
my eyes and dream
about the day you were
with me. I'm too scared
I put the gun away and cry
again..I'll take the pills that'll
put me to sleep and hope
i'll be in Heaven or Hell
with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sharlotte If these feelings are real, then pour them out to me.