Your done with life,
No one cares about you.
You walk the crowded halls,
But it feels like your alone.
Screaming in pain!
Everyone ignores you.
Eveeryone is to busy with there life to care.
What if I was gone?
Would anyone care then?
Did I make a big enough impact
on pepole to miss me?
They don't care what I do,
So why shoud I?
I am just done with life.
I have my mind set.
I don't care anymore.
I'm done feeling alone.
My...
Life...
Is...
Over...
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I would like to translate this poem
Jennifer: A sad poem with a spark. What is the spark? You said it when you wrote: Did I make a big enough impact? Therein is the key to your happiness. You must make the impact. Don’t bother with begging others to love you, to care about you. You be the one to care about others. Make that impact and you will find that you won’t have to ask others to care for you. They will. May I point out that you really wanted to start the poem with: ‘You are’ and shorten it to, ‘You’re’ and again in the fourth line you really meant ‘you are alone’. Shorten that to ‘you’re alone’. In the seventh line it is ‘their life’. Get with it girl and make a mark. Then write a happy poem. Adeline