struggling again to hold on
mixing the voice into a song
fighting against the waves
those hours feel like days
curled up against the backboard
fighting the will to die
he says theres more to live for
listing the reasons to survive
They both make sence in my mind
Arguing about which voice is right
the one that tells me to give up
or the one that tells me to fight
All i need to know right now
is that its going to be okay
that the tears will turn to dust
and we'll make it through one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem