The problems i have wont't let me free
The problems i have wont let me be
Help is the word i need
But pain is the source i seek
So you tell me
Is this really how my life was supposed to be
Full of hate
Full of tears
being miserable for all these years
Crying silently in my room
With no one there to here me but the blissful moon
So you tell me is this the life that god has planned for me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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