Your life seems so much in vain,
It's time you came in, from the rain.
Stop depending on me, I'm not your mother
Start looking inside yourself and not your brother.
Call me cruel, call me heartless
It's not my fault that your life is worthless,
Sometimes, you got to be cruel to be kind,
Maybe then you'll work with your own mind.
There's only so much one can do,
This up hill battle is strictly up to you.
Victims surround me, I can't take anymore,
Get out of my face, so I can slam the door.
You can only help so much and as you say so strongly 'It is all up to you'! I agree, get distance between you, but I always do it with love. I love the title and the strength of your words. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think Karin said it all...excellent write....