Problems - Poem by Maranda Kuhl
I want to cry but yet i cannot. I need to however i am unable to. Sitting numb, thinking what could have been or what i could have done...yet doing nothing but hoping for something. I want that which my heart needs but what my mind tells me is dangerous. I feel as if I am being torn two ways...half is dying and wants out of the dark pit of which it has fallen. The other half hating myself and hating everything I do...nevertheless i cannot satisfy myself nor can i satisfy the idea of having what i desire most and as to which my heart and mind crave
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