You go through trials and tribulations everyday
you don't see a way out but see obstacles in the path that
you want to take.
You try different things to see if you could finally catch a
break.
People blaming things on you.
People wanting to see less of you.
Puting their problems and blames on you.
Convincing others to hate you
and you stand there wondering,
when will God save you.
Tears in your eyes day and night feeling so lost
so alone.
Wondering why you were ever born.
Doubting your self and at times even God himself......
Crying yourself to sleep...
Every single night of the week.
When will the tears turn to joy?
When will the sadness turn into happiness?
When will the lonlyness turn into comfort? ......
The answer is simply up to......
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every day is a struggle......for survival. Good job Chantaria.