I no longer care about what you did
I no longer care about the life you lived
You tortured me so I thought it fair
To kill you and no one really did seem to care
That you died so young, so handsome, so bright
If only they knew the monster that came out at night
I’ll keep your secret till the day I die
Just like you kept my tears and my cries
I became the monster that haunted your dreams
I made you see life isn’t what it seems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great work.... short.. painful... good work.