After hearing and seeing gunshots and bullets and not once a bullet has struck my body i'm still here,
i'm still here after all the terrible things I have done but God must have seen that I'm still a great person,
I'm still here and I got to make this a great year and I cant let nothing stop me not even my fear you can stop and stare but I don't care you even swear but I'm still here,
you may be tired of me saying i'm still here but it's crazy because when some one dies they just dissapear it still doesn't click to me that i'm not going to see people that left me anymore it's like i'm just waiting for these people and hope that one day they are going to show up at my door but there not because there dead,
But i'm still here because God gave me another chance to keep moving ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is deep! ! ! l love it