Its raining today. I like it coz i
can cry and no one would see my
tears and fears.
Im not shivaring cause it's cold but all my fears come alive.
To see tomorrow i will always straive
Because after the storm a new day will arive.
Im now distant from this
world
Cause it turnd my heart into
something cold.
To the devil my soul i sold.
So that i can live a life of a 22 year old
Not worrying what tomorrow brings
I thought that life is too short i need to explore it
but the more im living the more i die inside.
I wish i could just go away
and hide
But i have nothing i could go with not even a ride
Cause i see no one is on my side.
I wish i could get a phone call saying that i died.
Hard times never kills, and they make you strong...these are tests of your character, just hang in there buddy....and remember, you can not make people love you.just love them and show them you care, they'll love you back...nd ur styl of writn...it doesn't do if for me, remember you are writing for us not yourself, so write the way we like not you like..keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What doesnt kill you only makes you stronger. This poem is relatable to alot of people who feel overwhelmed.... I can see why you say my poem sums up your life. Hopefully things get better: D for the both of us. then we can write happy poems.