I'm tired of shedding tears, I'm tired of moping around.
I can't live another year in this f***ed up town!
It's not the city, cause it's not that bad.
It's the people in the city that makes me mad.
When I get upset you have the nerves to ask me why?
But everyday I ask myself why live and not die? ! !
I appear so happy to the naked eye.
Only God knows the true pain I feel inside.
I try to keep the faith and believe in Christ,
But sometimes I want to end my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's very beautiful and I can definately relate, except for the faith. I quit that religion a long time ago. But kudos to you for staying strong and still believing. I hope things get better for you.