The struggle that I go through knowing there's not a soul that can help me. My weak mind and faint heart which can't side with one another. It drives me insane knowing I can't make the right choices without feeling I'm hurting someone else. The mixed emotions I begin to feel knowing I have to worry about what's right for me but sadly I never follow through with my plan. Sitting here typing away and realizing I'm running short on cigarettes after each breaks, thinking about how to cope with these feelings I'm going through, just to manage the day. The endless thoughts make me feel depressed and lazy. The mornings become longer with sleep and it becomes a problem with my responsibilities in life. This struggle I go through I know others go through but it's hard because this is, well, my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem