Doesn't everyone have these days?
Or is it just me?
Where am I supposed to go?
What am I supposed to be?
I lost it all
Where did it go?
I hurt inside
Is it supposed to show?
Wandering forlone
Which path to take?
Looking in the past
What future am I to make?
Depression on me
Like a blanket on a bed
Broken everything
Tears are shed
Always wondering
What happens after this?
Put it the it was
Everything I miss
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Wisconsin)
3 I luv y'all,
Emma :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Almost perfect, but not quite. 'Put it the it was' would be the line to work with.