im tired nothing goes right
im tired everything is going to hell.
Looks like everybodys got this sickness that wrongs up more and more life.
I seek for help but no one is there
i seek for pride and pain gets in the way
i want misery to end
i pray misery to end
i beg misery to end
but good nature is not born in it.
i want a place where i can lose myself
where i can get peace
where no one is there to ruin everything i miss.
a place where u are not away
a place where fights end humanly
a place where man kind cant get its bad nature out
a place where serenity reigns my mind
when the judge of people falls of my head like rage.
Where im not sick
where i dont have to pray to live but only to be safe.
Where i dont have huge expectaions cause theyre not needed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem