I feel like the unluckiest person alive
I lost my grandfather
I am losing my grandmother
I lost my mom and dad
I think I am losing my mind
I have a beautiful girlfriend and smart
But she is always mad at me
What’s wrong with me?
Am I making every one around me so stressed?
That there dieing all a around me
Why I am I this way
I just want to no how to make thing better I am so clueless
I ask her what’s wrong
She says the something
Over and over again
I changed it the first time
I asked her what was wrong
I am the luckiest person alive
I have a girlfriend that cares about me
I care about her
I feel that you make life, what life is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem