my writing..
my life..
my love..
its slipping away..
let me get a hold,
let me seek once more,
let me find myself again..
im lost in this process..
lost in this dream.
bleeding for no reason..
theres no more games.
im tired out,
weary and burned out.
been through enough..
dont want no game..
dont want no more regrets.
my burden.. held up by shame..
minds full of doubt..
pushing myself to the brink.
im done..
how many times will i say it till i crash and burn?
you...
dont know what im goin through..
dont know how my world works..
so leave me alone..
im tired of this game..
called life.
maybe.. i just need a hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem