This is my soul screwed up, unhappy
this is my soul filled with sorrow and pain.
This is my heart filled with anger;
I hate you and there's nothing you can change.
Why dont I hate you?
You sit and you ponder.
Why don't I kill you and end all my pain?
Because I still love you
like I love my scars
Because I still love my bringer of pain
*i wrote this to show my brother how screwed up i can be*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem