Every time I cry,
I feel you.
Shivers and chills go
down my back.
Why all of this
suffering?
I’m so sick and
tired of it.
Tell me why?
Why do I have
to go through this.
Why, me?
Just tell me, to
let go.
Tell me not to let go
of the pain that
people put me through.
Please....God just tell me to let go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes(though it may be most difficult & heartwrenching) , we must be the ones to be strong, take the reins, and sever the angst that is mal-controlling our lives...I like the concept here, Lisa...as well as the crisp, mellifluous structure. A commendable job, young lady... ~F.J.R. ~