here comes
another delay
im at lose of words
but feel so unspeakably dead
our hearts
and the decay
over time builds up
but not a tear to be shed
screams at night
hug my pillow
downstairs another fight
i begin to willow
drunken rage
not the only cause
you hate your life
and take it out on us
my room is my jailcell
this house the prison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem