There are days that aren't so great
Where my sorrow seems to escalate.
And even though they say it's okay,
it's far from being that way.
I can't help but see,
the way my life should be,
versus the way it is to me.
All I ever feel is pain,
And nevertheless,
that is all I ever gain.
And I know they tell me it's okay,
that this feeling I feel,
it will go away,
it's not real.
But it's like preaching to deaf ears,
increasing my fears.
It seems as though all I do is cry,
and I never seem to understand why.
Help me figure out how this coud be;
Help me save me.
I wish I could figure out who I am,
before I am damned.
I pray to God every night,
to lead me,
show me the light.
But all I ever hear is silence,
His obvious absence.
Take me to a better place,
to dream in infinite space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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