I give in to the dark truth what I all ways known but didn’t see or didn’t want to believe it that I never wonted anything in life but being universally correct I was just passing the time doing everything for myself to find some piece within but I give it up it was to tiring I’m bad at being selfish I gave up on being human and caring about my life and others that’s when I started hearing the wind cry as I started to die inside as I pay the price when you feel nothing you feel everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice piece of work, Cortez. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.