Fallen
cant get up
and I realize
there will be another day
why do things got to be like this
I ask again
why do things got to be like this
all alone and stuck
when will I be found?
hoping they look all around
too far away to hear me yell
find me quick, I pray i don't go to hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem