I have given up,
theres nothing left in the world for me,
I had everything,
then I lost everything,
As these voices of people I love in my head my say:
give up, you never had anything to live for,
all you every do is screw up any way,
Give up! Give up! Give up!
It just repeats in my head,
thats all that I think,
theres only one way to stop it,
one way to stop it forever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giving up is not life, Excelsior and strife; Put up a bold face, All happiness trace. CP