My head is spinning,
My thoughts confused.
Why does everyone's life seem perfect,
When my heart's being abused?
Why can't i come out and tell my friends,
Knowing they'd understand?
Knowing they wouldn't tell me to get lost,
to get a life.
Why are tears streaming down my face,
When I think of you and that space?
The space in my life where you belong.
The space in my life that is now vacant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's the thought of him clouding and confusing your mind. I've told ya that one b4. lol. great poem