Back to the pencil and paper I overcome..
With the pain in mu heart taking over once again..
The world has showed me distirbing situations...
Each secound passes the more stressfull it gets...
Seen most of my friends with someone to care for and love..
Becomes to fill my heart with lonlyness...
I started once again to write..
It gets me more deppress to actually show whats happening on this crime..
It's killing me slowly..
I need to walk on this world more carefully..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem