Who am I?
That’s what I want to know.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I’m not me.
I cry a lot,
And don’t know why
I get in these moods,
Where I’m all sad.
I’m losing my friends,
And I’m starting to feel alone.
I begin to hate life.
I feel like I’m part of a horror show.
I don’t know what to do,
Or who I can talk to.
I feel like I’ve lost
Everyone that cares.
Now the felling that takes their spot
Is despair.
I want someone to help me.
I want to be heard out,
But I can’t get help
If I don’t know what the problem is all about.
I want to find me.
The person who got lost.
The sweet, innocent little girl.
That’s lost somewhere deep in my thoughts.
I’m tired of feeling like a failure.
I’m tired of myself.
I’m tired of crying.
I’m tired of feeling pain.
I’m tired of feeling empty.
And I’m tired of feeling ashamed.
Of who I am,
And what I let myself become.
And now I just want
To have everything undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woe. this sounds so much like what ive been going through right now its scary. its excellent. great wording and emtion, the lost-ness. excellent job.