I’m sick to my stomach,
Running from the harsh truth,
I’m terrified,
Scared of what will happen next,
I don’t know my real place in life,
Why I’m here,
All I know is that I was meant to do something unknown,
But who knows if I can make it there and do my part in life,
Who knows if someone will cry at my raining funeral,
Who knows if anyone will remember me in the end.
I think this thought runs through many peoples minds. What are you supposed to do with your life? Why were you put on earth? We just have to relize, everything does happen for a reason, you just have to be willing to throw yourself in it and do your best. Because your best is all anyone exspects of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes people go with the flow beacuse it can be easier....but that's just my opinon