Sometimes I want to run away
Sometimes I want to die
Sometimes I think about my horrible but true past and think.
Why do I even try?
Why do I cry myself to sleep most nights?
Why do I want to give up?
Sometimes I say sometimes too much
Why do I ask why all the time
I need to stop with all the questions and finally say
Goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem