Sitting and crying, in my room alone.
I cry out for help, but no one's ever home.
I don't know how to say how I feel.
It's just all too real.
No matter what I do I'm not 'cool' enough.
But I can make it through by myself.
It's not like anyone I love cares anyway.
I try to tell you how I feel with every word I say.
I don't believe in heaven, but I'm sure there is a hell.
We all live through it every day, but only some can tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem