I grab my shovel and start to dig
I dig and dig
until I cant escape
I sit at the bottom of the hole
and look at the stars above me
I see a shooting star
and remember why I started digging
for my ex lover
for my best friends
and most of all myself
I need to fix myself
I've messed up so many times
I need to find what I was ment to do
where I'm suppose to go
who I'm suppose to meet
I need to remind myself
to forget the past
I grab my shovel and start to dig
I need to find myself
the me that was happy
the me that was care free
It's been over a year
and I still can not find myself
I'll keep digging
even if it takes the rest of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't feel bad its been four years and I'm look for myself still and thats a very good poem to keep it up ok Love Kat, sorrow