Sitting here closing my eyes.Glad to be alive.I know I wouldn't have
met you.If I haven't changed schools.Not to mention.That I've dreamed
about you.I couldn't have asked more than to breathe life in.I don't
know what much more to do but just get my pen.Write down my thoughts
to release my pains.I know there's not much more to gain.I have you in
the back of my head.I can't get you out, all my walls are red.I had to
cut out my heart's beat.And I hand it to you when we meet.You dropped
it in the sand.I couldn't believe what I've done.Tried to give you my
hand.Just like that you were gone.I have seen many days.I have seen
many nights.I'm waiting for you to come here and lay.To lighten up my
cries and hold me tight.Stitch up my scars for they mark my skin.I am
tired of looking at my cuts.They are making my head spin.I am tired of
my own guts.I don't want to be here.I want to go.I know that your out
there.I'm feeling really blue and low.I think I'm starting to lose my
glow.There is only one thing I want you to know.I know that most of my
poems are worn and torn.But I don't care because this only pretains to
YOU.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem