The pain is too much for me
The Poems! The Poems
Why oh why
See the one I wrote
What doesn’t sound like me
The time of my life it was hard for me
The hate what’s inside could it really be me
The tears and the cry’s it’s too much for me
These words can’t never stop going on a single paper
For life of me I could never be the nice poet
Hate goes by like its love
But love was never to overcome the mad poems
It lies inside me
Oh I wish it could stop the mad thought
What happened in the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem