I tried it,
And it worked,
I caused the ones who really love me to hurt,
I thought it was for the best,
But now I realized, that thinking about it only made me depressed,
Im gona go thru life,
And live it,
If it wasn’t for the near death experience,
Im walking in circles on earth,
My pain stays filthy,
And I stay laying in the dirt,
Im being brave,
And taking chances I kno I shouldn’t,
Pushing limits,
Harassing people,
Acting like the bada$$ I was set out to be,
Pursuing my dreams,
Writing everything out thru poetry,
Trying to make people understand me,
I feel like living is a waste of time,
If I can live it with “that one special guy”
I lay in bed every night,
waking up to tears,
But for now im just trying,
Just trying to be happy,
Ill write again soon, buht for now this is my ending =(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem