Can't I just stop wanting the devil to win
I already live in sin
I am nobody to you
I have lost you as a friend too
nobody is here to take my knife away
does that mean they dont want me to come back another day?
I am sorry for my mistakes
I didnt know your heart breaks
when I slice lines
Its mine
my arm that gets new tattoos
that never seem to come off
My life isnt good
yours probably isnt too
we wear our little red hoods
and carry cookies
but I am a rookie
I dont know who to trust
I do it because I must
I cant stop now
because I dont know how
I am only 15 years old
and my heart is getting covered in mould
I need help but dont want any
that's because there isnt many
that understand me
nobodies going to let me be
because I am begging for someone to notice
and for somebody to miss
me
and truly see
~ Nom ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem