i feel soo helpless...
to a point i'm kinda usless...
if only i knew what will happen...
ohh how my knives would be sharpened...
now all i do is sit here and ponder...
my imaginations grow wilder...
my anger gets bigger...
and my failure seems clearer...
but baby don't worry...
if anything, i'm sorry...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem