I am awake on my bed but i did not even
sleep last night because of my broken
heart that bleeds all night.
What can the preacher preach that the
teacher did not teach as i reach for
greater heights like the lakers, i turn my
back on fakers who don' t want to be
givers but always takers.
At war with my self because this life the
only person i am hurting is my self that is
why i want to be by my self and as i
write this piece i have found peace, i
exhale and inhale to release the pain
nothing more and nothing less.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem