Stick a knife into my heart.
Mutilate it and let it die.
My decision leaves me empty.
Take my soul and kick it around.
Stuff my mouth full of pills.
Let go of the steering wheel.
I have done this to myself.
Im the one self torturing.
These tears of self sorrow are caused by me.
I'm letting go while still holding on.
I hate what it has become but I know the past is the future.
F the world and the pain it brings.
Where the hell did my happiness go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem