This is the only thing I have known.
Pain choas and disaster.
Most of it inflicted by others.
But through what others did to me.
I lived my life in a dark lonely place.
It may be lonely.
But theres no risks there.
No one can ever hurt me again.
Pain and disaster is the only thing.
The only thing that I have ever known.
Its not my choice to live this way.
human being is a wonderful creature. it can always adapt to any situation. why not make a detour to a world full of love...through beliefs and self realisation. picture yourself happy every night and soon you will be happy. we are the products of our thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's not your choice to live that way? i'm not one to preach but i think we all have choices and you can choose to make the best or the worst of a sitation.