I can't have what I want;
It hurts like my life is being ripped from me.
I'm reaching out trying to hold on
so what I want isn't taken from me.
It's out of control.
My life is out of my control.
I've never felt such a strong affection for anything;
I feel as if this want is a necessity.
Only; I know it's not.
Or is it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem