life seems to play its game with me
it can never just leave me be
always ruining anything good
there are times id like it to end, i really would
whats the point of living through this torture and pain
its like im standing out in the cold and rain
i feel diseased, killing everything i love
its like eveything hates me, like im not good enough
of course why would you care about me?
im nothing to you am i? nothing to see
i wish it would all end, just let the curtains fall
I've had enough, i want to sound the last call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think that this a real good poem and i like it alot