Things that are on my mind....
Dont really matter much....
Dont matter much, really...
I understand that my thoughts are just silly...
I've come to an understanding that...
Some things I can choose and other things I cant...
Certain things I'm lucky enough to have a say....
everything else does not matter, it's not I'm my control anyway... The things I felt were important....
Have proven to me that they aren't meant....
Find myself on the other side of a traumatic event....
Still obsorbing all of the things I underwent....
I'm still thinking that soon I'll wake up....
From this nightmare I'm dreaming...
Keep asking myself why I have not woken up screaming.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem