I’m not sure where I am or where I’m going.
Nothing make scene anymore
I thought I had it all figured out but I guess I don’t
I’ve turned into the person I never wanted to be again.
I’m sorry for the person I’ve become
I talk to absolutely no one and it seem no one really want to talk to me.
Who could blame you for not talking to me…
I’ve gone right past the worst of it all
I’m at the point I have to reach up to touch rock bottom.
Is anyone listening to the words that flow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem