i hate this feeling
the feeling that you have nothing
you lose everything
that is close to you
they promise that they
will be there no matter what
but you know that you will lose them
you always do.
you lost your dad and now the best thing
that ever happened to you
you watch as he ask that one question
to another girl. he was not the first to do it
in front of you and will not be the last.
why do i allow my self to get hurt
i should have known that this would happen
it should not hurt this bad
i want the pains to disappear
but maybe this is how it is
suppose to end
i am suppose to be alone
for the flash backs of what happened
and do be alone for life
or will i die soon
may that is the answer
what will i do
with out some one to talk to
i see many ways to end this hell
which one is faster
which one should i do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel lost of what was or what might of could have been. I feel lost myself searchin 4 someone 4 all this years. thinkin of what 2 say how 2 say it but n the end i just feel lost.