my life was no. not was, for me its still..is..
got pain got hurt got cheated got some beautiful things too
i am past all of that and some of this
where ever i am
''i started to feel happy in torturing me...''
i am me.
i want to laugh again
i want to play again
i want not to, never to be lonely again
why what how
will anything stop me
''''from feeling not that kind of happy again..''..........! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem