Cross my fingers and hope to die. All my life has been a lie. As all the faith slips through my fingers. The pain of us still lingers. At night I lay awake. Dreaming of drowning in a lake. In the morning. I wake with sounds of mourning. My life has been filled with pain. Even though it's all I seem to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it was really cool how you wrote that with the 'cross my fingers and hope to die' Very nice. But I hate to see ppl so sad, so I hope things get better for you.