one second you love me. and the next its a fight.
you like her, you love me.
im tired of crying...but not of you.
i never wanted to fall...at first you caught me..
and held on tight..and now i feel my hold on things slipping..
im losing my grasp on things that i hold dear..
help....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem