Tired of spending my life in haste,
No more hope cause no one's home.
Wish my life wasn't such a waste.
That way I wouldn't be alone.
Does anyone see what my life is like,
Does anyone even care?
Or is the pain of a teenage girl,
Just too much to bear?
Sometimes, I want to die,
No time to live, no time to wait.
Sometimes I want to cry.
To try to escape this twisted fate.
So, take my hand and pull me near.
And keep me calm and sane.
Baby, take away my fear,
Cause I'm tired of life's game.
So, will you stay by my side,
Or leave me on my own?
Or, would you mind,
If I left here alone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem