befor i met u i wnted to die
befor i met u i did nt kno wht to do wit ma life
befor i met u i hated ma self
but thn whn i met u i begged to live
but thn now i kno u i kno wht to do wit ma life
an thn whn i met u i loved ma self
but whn u left me i wnted to die
n whn u tld me i was ugly i wnted to hide
n now tht ur gone i hate my self for not cn wht u were
u were jus anotha guy lookn for sex tht i wld not give
n i did int so u left
if i wld of seen the monster behind the mask i wld have been the one who left
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow a really intense poem I know somebody that went through that same mess. One thing I will say, is stay away from text-abbreviated when sharing a poem because then it's hard for the reader to comprehend what you're talking about at times, so if you could change that that would boost it up to perfect. Thanks for sharing and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! ! ~Xeniyah