Awakened to a world of hurt,
with a mouth of mud and flavored dirt.
A heart that all but lives to lurch,
a spit of bloodless splatter.
Born of mourn to sit in pain,
wanting now to not remain.
Death and me it seems the same,
lost for patients pity.
Lies and all or nothing else,
hatred deep for you myself.
Cast me out for whats not felt,
unspoken heart of broken...
why so broken....kick back, I say....nice piece of yoursef here Saint
Lies and all or nothing else, hatred deep for you myself. Cast me out for whats not felt, I like those lines bud good job. I like hearing you read it better, it sounds cooler. good job. PYT
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I would like to translate this poem
wow... this is an amazing poem honey. great job. i love it! ! ! like Stacey said a powerful emotional piece. A heart that all but lives to lurch, a spit of bloodless splatter. good lines. PYT