kind of confused, but I do survive,
sometimes I see no reason of my life.
But who damn cares?
I am all what I have got.
And my friends, they stick to my
heart.
But many a times, I feel so alone,
cant dare to share,
the sad part of my soul.
Just dreams of someone coming to see,
and that's it what makes me glee.
but still somewhere I need a hand,
to hold all sorrows
and guilt I have canned.
The one who still hugs me tight,
and brings me to right.
Through love, through fights,
the one who would be forever mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem