My life is a mystery to some
just another life to others.
My life is just a place where all good things come and go,
just another day in the cold snow.
I lay at night wishing to leave,
to some that's hard to believe.
But its the truth to me.
So why am I still here?
Why hasn't anything become clear?
I just want to leave everything behind.
I just want these voices to get out of my mind.
I wish I could just leave this place forever.
And do I with to live, no never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem