I wish i could explain how i feel, with a pencil
I wish i could tell people the truth with a sip of coffee
I wish i could honestly say that i am alright
But times are getting so hard
That i dont know what to think, say or do
So how can i solve this?
How can i make sure i am satisfies with myself
Without lieing to myself
I dont want to tell you
For I dont trust me
But i also dont trust this journal
So what can i trust?
Cigarettes?
Alcohol?
Music?
Sex?
Coffee?
No.
I cant trust anything
But
I can lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, this poem is absolutly amazing......there are no words to describe it