How would you feel,
If you knew how I felt?
If you were the reason my pain wouldn't heal.
Would you cry, knowing you killed me?
Knowing why I died?
Are you disgusted?
You are the reason I cut.
With my life you were trusted.
You blew it, you failed, you ran and you fled.
I'm hurt, I'm crying, I'm already dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem