Waking up
sitting at the end of the bed
with a pen and paper
its cold, im shaking
all i want to do is stay here
not move one inch from my pit
but i have too
i have to leave and walk into the cold
it hits your face like ice
i dont want to leave
but i have too
come on get yourself up
lets make a move on
just one more day and its all over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem