I feel like im damaged goods,
been used all the wrong ways
had too many bad days.
somedays i hate myself, who i am
what ive done. who ive become.
i dont know what to do or who to be
all i know is i want to be free
pray i can bring people happiness and have some good days
wish i could just sit at the beach and stare at the bay
Think of good times feel the sand on my feet
run till i can feel my heart beat
collapse and feel the cool water on my toes
and the crisp air pass my nose
spin in circles like they do on tv
wish there was someone special here to share this with me
my mood turns somber
i lay down on the sand
and i begin to think back to how this all began
it brings a smile to my face
to think of a moment i cannot replace...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice art of love and living