I have fought many battles
but I'll never win the war.
And I'm weak and I'm weary
Cannot do this anymore.
My soul has been deflated
My soul fragmented glass
And I thought it would get better
But the onslaught is onmass
And they say hell hath no fury;
like a women scorned
And I say scorn me all you want
As all i do is mourn.
I'd like to say I fought a good fight,
but it's simply just not true
Because life has dragged me under
And I don't know what to do.
And as my friends have turned to foes
there is nowhere else to turn
so I'll slip back in the shadows
and for peaceful existence I will yearn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem