i am
i am the boy who cries,
i am the boy who eveyone he loves dies.
i am the boy with bleeding wrists,
i am the boy who wishes he did'nt exsist.
i am the boy who has loved and lost,
i am the boy who every good thing in the world seems to be at his cost.
i am the boy who no girl will ever dream off,
i am the boy who needs to be loved.
i am the bot who wishes he could fade into the backround,
i am the boy who wishes he could run and never be found
i am the boy with none to run too,
i am the boy who no one ever knew.
i am the boy who never had one true friend,
i am the boy who no one will care about in the end...
this is my life.
by Mihael Frisicaro
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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