cold un-touched
life not meaning much
trying to breathe
my soul screams
blind to see
Why always me?
Who can I tell?
Who can I let really see?
tired & scared
Yes, this is me here...
My mind with no bound
this life on the ground
all say that you care
Yet when I look- no one is there
I am wrapped all about
my world torn apart
Now I look up and see
Alone now-
Just Me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem