Laying down crying in pain
Always thought I would fail
Always having to yell
Never beign loved but always hated
Always being nice but never appreciated
Always getting left and lost
Always waiting, waiting, waiting
But that was to much of my kindness to much of my heart
I hate being mean but the Storm has start
How can you judge me and you cant even play your part
I'm always hurting and always towards the dark
Now it's my turn in the Storm has start
Evil words painful looks Hurtful hits Dirty sis.
Knife in my heart cause the storms has start
But i came to my senses in i let it go
Lets be happy i didnt finish oh
The storm is over Yes i got through, but dont second guess yourself baby boo
The storm may be over but im not throught with you
I love myself and I love you but i got through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem