You come around to mine
with tears in your eyes
and i hate that i dont know
how to help you
it's killing me
i know just how you feel
because it happened to me
and then you go and get all suicidal
and an awkward silence
laughs in our faces
i say don't
you say you won't
good, you don't know what you're doing
no one comes back from the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem