I pick up my pen, to write my feelings in a rhyme, but every time I make the attempt
no words come to my mind.
This pain hurts and the truth even worse, thee expression on my face, merly no more than a curse. At first I just let the pain in because fooling my self wouldn't let it all soak in or take away some of the sins.
I'm just to tired of life that Im crying tears of a tiger. And know I'm telling the truth when I say I'm not a liar! I'll rather get burnt down, killed in a fire! Then to deal with life it's not my desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem