The words I want to say,
repeating day by day.
I lay in bed crying, why can't the feelings go away!
In darkness, I fear the worst.
In my mind I'm cursed.
My voices in my head, I'm cursed! My movements are traverse.
Wishing there was something,
Wishing I was something,
Knowing there is nothing,
I am nothing! This is nothing!
I stare outside my window,
the world is full of hate.
I wish there was a meaning to my life, it's just a state.
The tears I shed each night,
the feelings bottled tight,
I'm climbing up this dangerous mountain until I see the light.
Wishing there was something,
Wishing I was something,
Knowing there is nothing,
I am nothing! This is nothing!
Wishing, wishing and knowing nothing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem