I did it again without a thought,
I'm always behind the clouds.
The air there is making me sad,
But at the same time very mad.
Fights are just the beginning,
What will come next?
Will I be the one to start it all.
Will I be the one that will fall.
To much questions on my chest.
To much worries on my head.
I can't take this anymore.
Leave me crying in my bed.
Maybe it will stop someday.
Maybe that day is close.
I just don't know for sure,
I don't live the life I chose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem