its the thing called life..which im tryna get thru
but how am i gona do it if i dont know what to do
teen years are suppose to be the best years..RIGHT?
but why does everything seem so crumbled&tight
i will never know..would i? ?
sometimes i just wish i culd roll over & die
but wishes dont come true..well not for me
whats the point to life..if i cant see?
why me///why is everything goin so wrong///
everything i loved is o so gone
PLEASE..im always askn for help..but it never came
now that im gone...WOULD ANYONE EVER BE THE SAME? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
atleast u r gone..... anyway nice write