I feel good and bad
Happy and sad
Close to becoming a man but further from becoming a dad
I had everything drawn in the sand
it was the perfect plan and all I asked for was you're hand but here I stand plan ruined in the sand
Now I have to go back to where I began.
This is good and this is bad
My grades are up but my spirit is down
There is a light at the end tunnel but Im still underground
Busy but bored
Alive but dead
Removing every memory we once shared
Writing these words to release the pain trying not to be the cold heartless man
But maybe that's the only way I can set myself free
Free to roam free to love free to undo what you've done
Maybe I should run run from it all climb up high and not be afraid to fall.
I hate you but I love me and that can't be because you are the main artery
Things are good but things are bad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem