im sitting here alone today.
iv got alot on my mind.
i started to think, i wonder if im going to be alone the rest of life?
that woudlnt hurt me.
it would kill me.
looking back at my life, makes me wanna cry.
its making me realize, im only getting older.
cant you see? im dying right now.
they say lifes to short, when you waste it away.
i sit here in my room, with the window open and the sun shining on me.
it drys my eyes to see me sit here.
the longer i sit here, the more i age.
i need to throw some water on my eyes and wake up.
its time to get up, and realize i have a life ahead of me.
cant you see? im living life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem