I'm sick of all this f***ing hating
I'm tired of this damn complaining
Yes, I know our lives are messed
It seperates us from the rest.
There is no point in all this crying
Trying. Failing. Falling. Lying.
I'm down again. You pushed me.
What else do you want me to be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem