If I really am as awful as I am told, why try? I will never be that 'girlfriend'. So done with trying. Standing so still, eye's closed. In this place, I am alone. As I have chosen to be. As I am very much meant to be. It's quiet here. Open again. One thought....I don't dwell on the past, but when the future is so unclear, I just enjoy the memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem