my childhood was bad
not so bad as others
cuz now i actually thing
how many met their mothers
truely i am blessed or so many people say
for having a roof over my head
and looking toward another day
suicide is on my thoughts
past these last few years
for when i hear my family fight
im usually left in tears
i am loved by many of my friends
for when their hurt i defend
they are truely the one thing
that keeps me alive and well
but what would happen if i fell fel
fell into a depressing hole 50 miles below hell
even though he doesn't have my soul
the devil is doing well
looking in to seal my doom
i await my judgement day
for instead of god its you
and im afraid you'll look away
instead you move a strand of hair
away from my tear-stained face
'why so nice for someone utterly full of disgrace? '
you smile and comfort me
and kiss the tears away
'I Love You. Theirs nothign more to say'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem