We all get stuck.
at one point or another.
we all want someone there.
but there never is.
no hand to hold.
no shoulder to lean on.
I'm gone.
without a word.
or a sound.
with no one looking
it's time to find yourself.
but how can i.
it's to hard to go on.
i want the pain to go away.
but need it to stay.
i need to hold on to something.
it's my shoulder to lean on.
i just want a real one.
but i can't find one.
looking for help but can't ask.
all i have is pride.
that's not going to leave me not now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem