i seem to always find myself
sitting all alone
i guess i did this to myself
when i move home
i packed up all my stuff
never even said goodbye
left behind my life
now i sit alone and cry
i never new how good life was
or what i was living for
because i throw it all away
when i walked throw the door
You made me cry again. I have read your other poems too Good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another girl gone crazy. Why walk out from a good life, huh? A good idea for a theme writing. Well done. thanks