my days start so slow
the pain still shoots though my body at the wake of morning rise
my eyes start to tear up
seeing the next day,
somehow i made it though yesterday
i have a plan to be better
but the curse that runs though my veins
brings me two steps back
everytime it seems i have gotten ahead of life
i know it might be hard
to keep going forward but if i dont
i know that my days dont have a meaning
if i just stay
....
so somehow i keep going,
even though everyday its harder to breath
i still keep going because my days
have just started
the pain makes me feel alive,
its the only thing that reminds me this isnt a dream
after the day is done, i cant believe i made it though
my days have only started because i got you Bae
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