Why get up to another day?
Another day of hurt and pain.
What's the point of this misery?
How the h*ll does it help me?
Why the h*ll should I give a sh*t?
The world doesn't care one f*cking bit.
That just about sums up my life.
Maybe I'll end it with a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem but if this is really about your life and ideas plz don't u kno y