Slowly...
Slowly... I die inside
Slowly... I cry at night
Slowly... I feel as if I'm not a pretty sight
Slowly... I start to give up
Slowly...I feel like I'm a chump
Slowly.. I put my self down
Slowly...I start to get over what God has delt
Slowly.. I wake up
Slowly.. I realize people have it worse
Slowly...I realize people don't have alot of money in there person
AND
Slowly.......I'm... actually.... Happy......Again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem