do I really have to care about life as it is
cuz everything I have is really his
my life, my thoughts, my heart and soul
are unable for me to recontrol
am I supposed to listen to everyone's thoughts
cuz all their lives are filled with battles unfought
with their upcoming deaths and the bloody grounds
and all the bodies that remain unfound
was I given a blessing or is it a curse
to take in your life and make it much worse
to ruin your soul, to create your dreams
to see you scared, to hear your screams
can this be revoked or is it to stay
is it temporary, will it go away
this gift is drawing me closer to my suicide
I've sold my soul and I can no longer hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem