Everyday s just the same
is God to blame
or is it just me
who has given up on life
or has life given up on me?
There's no fun around
there's no dream
only if in my scream
I could let it all go.
My heart sinks
when it looks around
and my soul weeps.
It knows what he lost
it knows it cant be found.
All these lights don't charm me
and all those voices don't harm me
but what hurts the most
is that you can't let it all go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No fun no dream And let it all go. good one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.