i lay down at night
in a empty bed
staring at the ceiling
feeling the cold of the night
creep on my naked body
this is when everything catches upto you
tears run down my face
nobody here just me
pain of life always catches up
cant run cant hide
its here and its real
loneliness of my heart
wishing someone was here
bin alone for far to long
just want to unload my thoughts
feel the warm touch
pain of the past
fear of the future
lost within myself
dont know were to go
my soul is lost
im all alone
sick of my fake smile
i want to be happy
hate these tears
there burning my skin
im on my knees
looking to the sky
tears and screams
please let me die
ive failed as a father
failed as a lover
how can i ever look my son in his eyes? !
im a descrace
ill never be the father i wanted to be
i screwed it all up
i deserve to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Garbage is a waste... this poem is a garbage that can be recycled and use by similar beings who experienced the same fate but do not want to give up... till everything is resolved for the better! High marks.