no one know how i feel and no one reallly cares
the day i was full of pain
and wrighting help on this wall of mine
my hope all i have
so today i am opening my eyes
and nothing new
my life is made out of dust
my Diary full white trash
it hard to get along whit my blood hands
i am looking for the life that everone talking about
but i gusse that die for me long ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem