When you feel like no one loves you,
Who do you run to?
When you've fallen apart and driven everyone away,
Who will hold you?
Or if you fall for someone,
And they don’t feel the same?
Where do you go when your home isn't your home,
And your name isn't your name?
What if this whole world doesn't exist?
What if he committed suicide,
And wasn't missed?
What if she told a story,
That wasn't hers to tell?
What if you sold a soul,
That wasn't yours to sell?
If it’s my life to live,
Is it my life to take?
Even if you love me,
It isn't your choice to make
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stay strong, it's all we can do to pay the people we love tribute, and while this poem is nothing compared to their lives, it's the beginning to healing and I know that my mother would want me to keep going in life. She wouldn't want me to forget her, but she wouldn't want her memory to hold me back. So I think your thoughts are adding clarity to my poetry that I have never had before...