Why is it that the minute I'm better...a week later I'm sick again?
Sick, with the feeling of missing you, not seeing you
Don't you understand that I'm trying to get you out of my life?
Probably not, Probably yes, and just bothering me on purpose
Please, the pain, that feels like a knife, hurts
A lot- don't you understand?
We can't go on
I wish we could, but, we never see each other anymore
I'll leave you alone
If you leave me alone
Deal?
Or no deal?
I'll cry
I'll scream
I'll feel like everything happening is a dream...
Well, I already am
I thought I destroyed this pain
I thought I got rid of you
Looks like I was wrong
'Cause the pain is still here
and it feels like it's here for good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem