Hell is treading at my heel
So much affecting what I feel.
The pain is just so so right, so real!
So here I stand at heavens gate
so full of anger, so full of hate!
Nothing changes, it's all the same,
I'm sick of playing this dam game!
Lashing out at all I see
I wish this heart was more for me.
But now it affects me so badly
What's the point of being me?
As I sit and wait
for the pain to end,
It's times like these
That I need a friend
I'm sick of the lies,
Sick of the suffering
Sick of black eyes,
and years of buffering
Why not someone else?
Why can't it leave me alone?
What the fu.ck is wrong with me?
Where's the light He said was shone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time to turn a corner - maybe.