written on 10/4/01
Somewhere deep down, theres a emptyness from within. Life is filled, with uncertainties and sin. I long for something the cause of which I dont know. I love that feeling but want it to go. There are times when I just want to go off and die. But then there are times that I feel I could fly. That emptyness feeling makes me want to shout. But I never will. Loves what I'm talking about. Love causes hope, and love causes hate. Love sucks in many ways. But hey, ain't love great?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem