everyday grows much harder
the strings tied to both sides
of my body
pull me, detach me
the empty dry feeling consumes my
head and i have the feeling of light
i walk through the thick
forest with the cloudy mind
what to do or which
way to take
what are the steps that i need
to take in order to feel
human again?
is this what i'm suppose to feel
a broken heart
a hurtfull tongue?
am i really 'here' or just
here? Do i really live
or just get through?
will i ever be the person i need
or will i stay the person
i hate?
when will my life make sence
when will i be able to feel the
joy and the comfort of my
own self?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem