I let everyone go.
Everyones let down.
I gave up on the world.
And they never came back around.
Im forgotten in the sunset.
Im a distant ray.
Im nothing anymore, I want to forget today.
Im a waste of air.
Im a waste of life.
It feels like I have nothing left to revive.
Friends, I have none.
They're just street kids with a heart.
They all feel bad for me, they dont know where to start.
People all around me but I feel alone.
Does it really count when it feels like you have no home.
they're ignoring you.
Does it really count when they're only looking at you.
To see if its true.
That the gossip they heard from the bird with the word.
Is really making you look like a nerd.
If its not true theyd just forget it all
If its true they'd taunt you to stall.
The punches come close after the call.
But the sting feels like nothing compared to the fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is a very good poem! I like it a lot! Your not the only one who feels this! ! !