There is no way that i could forget you,
all those kisses, hugs, caresses,
they all linger here.
I feel I'm trapped in a prison
so small that there is no room for exit doors.
How could I ignore the feeling down my throat,
which smothers me slowly and quietly,
until there is nothing more
but a memory in a incoherent mind.
You cut your wrists to relief the pain,
caused by the evilness of others.
I cry in a corner like an abandoned child
whose parents are only dust in an old box.
If only you could hear me,
then i wouldn't have to forget you.
But it seems that the blood spilled is not enough,
it seems that the suffering has no end but the very end.
All i asked for was a little attention,
i never got it, not from you.
After all, the evilness of others has taken you from me,
the dust in the old box has turned to be me.
