When everyone were doing stuff
I were nowhere doing nothing in a room...a week
When everyone had great things going on
I nothing did, lost like always
Yes, people got friends
People got love and calls
People where out in the summer sun
I where like locked inside doing nothing
Like in a coma
They were gathering fruits along the road of life
I were lying fighting with myself
Couldnt get anywhere else
My heart would stop on anyones command
My windows, my doors closed...
My eyes, my soul sealed...
But friends they didnt let me sleep
They were taking me out
To their friends, screaming in my ear
But I nothing heard
I nothing saw
I nothing felt
Now I just need something else then love...
The unkown feeling...a reason to stay alive...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem