I needed someone to share my feelings,
I needed someone to cry with,
I needed someone to tell about my wantings and willings -
it's very little,
it's just not to quarrel.
But still they don't give it to me.
But thanks to you diary.
Oh! My dear child! It's nice to read your poem when we are far away from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all need an outlet. i'm glad mine's not alcohol any more. i liked your poem.