I sit and I cry, I scream and I shout
But even then I can't let it out
The burning fire has shown and proved
That I can't be happy unless I move
But if I move I still may cry I may just cry until I die
Ill shout and scream and blame my life
Until I finally grave the knife
I could end it all
I could end my life...
But that would mean giving up the
fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem