out there there are hell lotz of happiness,
but i am unawre of it,
all i know is to cry,
and to get rid of this i will die....
god can't see one dropp of tear,
touching my cheek,
coz like a river it flows by,
and to get rid of this i will die.....
asked someone to help but nobody did,
there is nody of my dears when i need,
ignoring me they moved saying me lie,
and to get rid of this i will die.....
life is now like a hell and feels like in a jail,
where climbing up a tree is now a symbol of fail,
rules of life are not for the shy,
and to get rid of this i will die.....
its not a joke writing a note in facebook,
sometimes it tells the pain inside,
sometimes said the memories passed by,
and to get rid of this i will die......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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