I feel alone many times
Even at home…
I feel like crying.
Sometimes I wish it can end
The gloom, the pain,
Has become my best friend
Sometimes I wonder
What life has to offer?
I swear I feel like giving in
And becoming a failure
But success is near,
It is in me
And even though the devil breaks me
I know he doesn’t make me
But still I cry
You wonder why,
You say I’m weak?
Because the words I speak is deep?
Because the pain I feel is real?
I’m looking for a better deal
Do we really live life?
Or does life actually kill?
With no time on my hands
Can I make it if I try?
I swear I got no friends
I see my hands on time
I still cry…
But my tears gone dry
As I lay down my head
I hope not to die…
But these tears…
They make me strong
Why do I cry?
Cause I’m searching for better!
That’s where I belong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem