Seems like just yesterday i was only eight
didn't have to worry about my makeup or my weight
This bittersweet is now left bitter
These words a write, a depression transmitter
I've lost hope, my faith
There's nothing left
I only hope tomorrow will end with my death
If i can't look forward to tomorrow
Whats the point of today?
I want nothing more than to leave
but something makes me stay
What do you call it when you feel this much pain?
Im trying to win, yet there's nothing to gain
I tried telling you my problems
i thought you would know best
but you avoid my presence
I'm feeling so depressed
You said it was a phase
blame my past life for it all
you would listen to what i say
I know, its all my fault
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem