Sometimes I just wanna cry.
Sometimes I can't handle it all
Sometimes I just wanna die
To go away from the hurt I feel
And sometimes I feel like I ready to fall.
At times I wonder:
'Am I enough? '
Enough for you and enough for them.
Enough for society and the way things have always been.
Sometimes I wonder:
'Am I enough for me.'
I fear that there is nothing here.
I feel so empty so lost
Maybe even nothing to fear.
I would give anything to feel whole again,
But what's the cost?
I could lose my friends and my family.
I could lose my hopes and my dreams,
Just to gain a feeling that will only last a while.
I could lose my love and my hate.
But, Is that worth it at all?
Sometimes I just wanna cry.
Sometimes I can't handle it all
Sometimes I just wanna die
To go away from the hurt I feel
And sometimes I feel like I ready to fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's almost like you read my mind. I often ask myself the same questions. I just never put those thoughts into a poem.