You’ve helped me through rough times
I can’t believe you are mine
But still I can’t get out of my depressed state
I want death to be my fate
You say to stop my pessimistic view of life
You say you want me to be your wife
But I can’t, unless I change
I want to be myself, no more shall I act strange.
you WILL be loved for who you are. not what you can or should be. flaws are perfection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.................