losing that ine is like losing yourself.
but your hiding your emotions on that shelf.
pretending its ok but yet u struggle everyday.
no day is ever gay in this bed i sit and lay.
i cant keep fighting without my loss.
in my bed i turn and toss.
lifes so hard withour my boss.
leading me where i should go.
showing me the smooth road.
y do i still fight every single night.
but its ok im alright.
i just need my loss to make it bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write but you should be more careful about typographical errors