i think
that my heart is tierd of trying
trying to heal after all its been through
all i have tryed to put be hind me,
i think that my heart is tierd of trying to heal.
my mind
rushes to unwind
all the shrines and all the other kinds of lies.
turned against
one another
my brother
my mother
no, no, no, none of them.
they are the ones
that feed me all those lies
they should be my family
but they hate me
despise me as if i am nothing
as if i was worth nothing.
now im sure
that my heart is tierd of trying to heal
and trying but getting no where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep. depressing. hmm. theres not much i can say about this one that i haven't told you already. but hold in there dude. ik you have been for years, but soon enough. we are gettin our own place. ight? we are almost there!