stay whimsical
stay active
laugh and dance
with reckless abandon
life is so short
so full of hurt
stay innocent
do not grow up
to marry a guy
like me
my spiritual malady
I failed to see
ruin comes to everything I touch
I guess the self-hatred
was just too much
now I may be recovered
but you deserve more
won't let you suffer
one second with this
addiction is something
you never will miss
I'm not defeated
just a little tired
you may stay seated
cause I just self-fired
nothing personal
I simply love you
losers like me
end up turning the screw
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem