Its like i have no reason to live
and every reason to die.
Living life on hopes and dreams
all i can do is cry.
Bieng let down from every one i kno
its like my heart is jaded.
Its so hard to be myself,
the real me has faded.
Moving forward i ask why?
Why am i this way....
Who am I
And why do i always lose..
Why cant I be happy?
Could it just be true..
That we just live to die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem