I Sometimes wonder if I'm addicted to pain and drama. Its so easy to fall and slip into the shadows, than to get up and be strong. It sucks but I find myself split between good and bad. I climb my way to goodness but get dragged down by fears and tears. Its so easy to fall when we don't have to get back up. But I don't want to be that knid of person anymore. I can't tale the pain and misery that I have in my heart. I think I'm getting better, but how can I tell? ? ? I'm lost but cry out to my savior...'Help me father lift me up and free me from this pain I hold and this Darkness that consumes me. Help! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem