This is for all the tears I’ve cried,
For all the times my heart just died.
This is for all the pain I’ve had,
For all the times my day went bad.
For all the times I gave up on life,
And all the times I held that knife.
For all the dreams that were crushed,
And all the memories that were trashed
This is for all the sanity I lost,
For all the times my life was at cost.
This is for all the pillows I wet,
For all the times I lost a bet.
For all the times I stood at the bridge,
And all the times I opened the fridge.
For all those nights that were haunted,
And all those days that were taunted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem