They say life's a journey; they're right
Sometimes a breeze, often a fight
Towering mountains block my way
And friends never seem to stay
Wildfire before and behind
Smoke hiding everything I'll find
People hurt me, the one they've never really known
Jagged knives cutting deeper than bone
I struggle towards a haven I'll never reach
What lesson should all this pain teach?
Trust no one? That truth is dead, all is lies?
That I'm invisible? They can't hear my cries
If this is life, I can't take it much longer
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
One question runs through my head:
Am I invincible? Or am I already dead?
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A striking story and a dramatic finish. Beautiful writing, truly. I like this, and hope to see more from you in the future.