Writing
I realized this
my words
and my thoughts
can make me or break me
the things that mean the world
to me alone
they can make me or break me
Writing
I realized this
in the end it won't matter
how many slaps you endored
how many tears you wipped away
how many friends introduced a knife to your back
Writing
I realized this
and simply this
the world will end
and friends will go
tears will be cried
and people will always know
but your time is now
and this is how
we spend our days
it makes no sense
so everyone scream
everyone be
someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem