why do you do this to me
i cant breath
i start screaming (loudly)
but you still cant hear me
you walk by me
a thousand times
it almost feels like a crime
i'm not even hear
i wish there was a way to disappear
i wish i could find a way to win
you can hear my hear bounding
its like i'm made a tin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem