The tears stream down my face,
As the thoughts begin to swell,
The pain this is causing me,
It’s too hard to tell.
The longer that I wait,
The more ideas run through my head,
Most of them are possible,
There is no doubt in my head,
That as far as I’m concerned,
I might as well be dead.
©2008 ~ChelseaML
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem