Every when I woke up
I have a smile on my face
And hurt on the inside
Before going to bed
I always dropp tears
I can’t sleep
Because
I know half of me is missing
I can’t live right
I’m always in the middle of something
Even thought, I’m not in the subject
I always be in the middle of something at the end
Tears flows
Tears come and go
Tears come out of my eyes and dropp on the ground
It always end up with a dry tears at the end
I sit down quietly
And wondering if someone will come sit next to me
Or even just a sign
I guess this is my life
According to you
I’m stupid
Witch
Mean
Useless
Someone who doesn’t have a good heart
And someone who doesn’t have a bright future
Today my life is full of tears
Tomorrow I will try to forget it
Who know what I’m going to do next
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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