I never look at the stars
It reminds me of my scars
That brought me great sorrow
Of the promises of tomorrow
I look fine but I’m not content
You can say I’m already spent
I hide my life behind a mask
Just let me be and don’t ask
It might be a warm summer night
I can still feel the cold winter bite
I’m trying to block out the evil sound
So I can keep my life going around
Last two years I have been on the run
From my one shot in my loaded gun
One of these days it’s going to end
When there is no more life to lend
Time is running out, is what I believe
I probably should go ahead and leave
Death has made its appointment
I won’t be missed, I was a disappointment
This is my final good bye
I’m finally just going to go and die
There will be no more smiles
I’ll be down a good few miles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem