but does anything matter
anymore in this hell?
if they were all broken
and couldn't be fixed
and if I had this bullet
this close to your head
would anything matter
anymore in this hell?
if my life were yours
and I promised to die
and I had this knife
this close to your throat
would anything matter
anymore in this hell?
if I had this notebook
filled with thoughts about you
that began 'I love you'
and ended 'please die'
would anything matter
anymore in this hell?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem