Sometimes life is insane.
It keeps you running for it.
But there are good days,
where it leaves you to rest.
Sometimes love is rough.
Maybe there are days
where you don't have to fight with your love.
But you always have to fight for your love.
Sometimes pain is easy.
Most of the time it hurts, yes.
But if you need to hide,
the numbness after the pain
is just welcome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem