I try to help but nothing works
people ask for my advice and it is used against me
maybe my problem is that im so focussed on other problems
i forget about my own
i take it
i cry every night thinking of all the things I caould have stopped
Why do i think if death when all I want is life?
Why does the past still haunt my dreams
The thought of you hating me kills me on the inside
but on the outside i say i could care less
I wish i could stop all these thoughts in my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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