I guess the selfish ones have it all figured out.
It's like you give and give,
but are only left with doubts.
I know tomorrow is not promised,
I can only go by today.
But today was just like yesterday,
will this sh*t ever change?
I'm beginning to see a pattern,
each tear means false hope washed away.
I've been holding on forever,
I'm too f*cked to even pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem