somethings hurt other things cause pain.
i cant live this way i dont know why im this way.
its like were ever i go it rains
were ever i walk its dark and
when im alone theres one one to hold.
it seems like its always been this was and always will and i guess i just have to live with it.
nothing willl change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem