I can't think.
I don't know the person who resides in my soul.
I'm so empty.
Tired of living.
Just let me die.
Don't let me have peace.
I just won't live my life through.
Life is trying.
Poet with a story.
Life in it's winding hurry.
Simple words.
Simple life.
Simple poem,
I'm better off dead.
I'll shoot a gun to my head.
1/18/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem