Sitting and thinking
Looking at people,
Wondering how
We all just survive,
Wile taking the innocents
Or another mans pride,
Time is passing by
So ever slowly now,
And the medicine I take,
Make my life seem so fake,
I hold your hand and
My skin is numb,
To the feeling I have
You’re still the only one,
The food I eat has no taste,
And the things I drink
Are as thick as paste,
The people I love
Now in the past
I guess no one here
Can really last,
Memories are dieing
Like they always have,
Best friends are lying,
Friendships are broke in half,
For them it matters
For me it doesn’t,
My life has been broke
There’s hasn’t,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi thomas a very melancholy piece...obviously written in a low very sesitive and dejected.....convincing and poetic well written cheers PS, , check out my ooh she digs or magic touch