Sometimes, I want to cry.
Sometimes, I want to die.
Most times, I just ask why.
Why does it always happen this way?
Why is she always greater than me?
Why doesn't it get better?
Sometimes, I wish I would die.
Sometimes, I just want to cry.
I always ask myself why.
Why does she get to be free?
Why is she so much better than me?
Most of all, why does she always lie to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem