love and like...
hate and need...
lonely every part of my being...
seeing pain, and causing it...
in my life i need to drift...
lift on up and leave it...
youd all be so much happier...
with out me...
im such a suckie friend, person, lover...
but you all tell me thats a lie and that im with the right guy...
i belive you he is the one...
but i dont think he'll want me after too long...
the calls dont come anymore...
and im not the last to know...
i hear you when you call me all those names...
i love him and its easy to see that he loves me...
but would he still love me if he knew...
i dont know and its hard to say...
but ill leave this any way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem