When I try to make things better it just seems they get worse,
I cause things I don't mean to and 'getting better' is something I can't force,
Should I give up because I cannot make things better?
It tears me apart knowing I just make eyes wetter...
Slowly causing pain to those I care about,
Thus the hatred towards myself again begins to sprout...
Now when I look in the mirror I'm not sure what I see,
When I try and get even worse than the fact I don't succeed...
The darkness with the pain I cause and myself are what I resent,
Because in the real world it doesn't matter if it's 'Just an accident'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
full of ryhme mastering......i really like it, but you try to offer your pains and sadness in the form of a poem. overall, it is prefect.