Crying right now
never on the out
why can't I be me
what is life about
a mereless survival
a shroken hope
how do I keep on going
how do I cope
a tear falls down my face
ashamed am I
I need to hide
or rather die
Why do I hate feeling weak
vulnerable is what it is
hate letting anyone see me whole
why do I hate it like this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aaaah. ithis is so sad. i think we are all like that, don't want to show our weaknesses(most o us anyway) . Well writtten erika!