You put me in turmoil
Confuse and refuse me
Let me go
If all I bring is anger
Let me go
If you feel you’ve had it
Don’t confuse and sadden me
Don’t break and abandon me
Over and over
You pick at my sores
They bleed and I still come back for more
I draw a line and you overstep it
Suffocate and justify it
Drive me to near suicide
I die every time I lay with you
Empty dreams
And screams to echo over
The silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem