My Life Is Messed Up Poem by Quincy Gordon
My Life Is Messed Up
Sometimes I feel it running through my veins.
It hurts me so much, I can't feel the pain.
It seems so wrong but feels so right.
I do it so much, it keeps me up all night.
My friends and family do not approve.
They want me in rehab but I just refuse.
They don't understand what I go through everyday.
It sucks to be me in any way.
I don't think it's time to stop just yet.
But maybe in the future I'll soon regret.
Regret the stories I've told
the body I've sold
the people I've hurt
the ones I've cursed
The things that make me who I am today.
Will hopefully be gone and lost away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:58:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Heyz, We all got messed up lives here you know ^^ we just gotta find that burning spirit within us that keeps us going ^^ and I really like this poem: D it seems like a great way to release emotions and also a good way to share pain. I guess I can feel a little bit of what ur feeling tnx to this. So keep it up and keep writin ^^