here i am acting like a scratched cd
repeating this same routine.
havent heard from you in days
all iam thinking is that your dead.
i need that satisfaction of hearing ur voice
reassuring me your ok
but instead, i check my email every 5 minutes
its pathetic some might think
i am starting to question if this was part of the plan
to disappear and never come back..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem