Why does the feeling of me being wanted come to me so easily? ... i want it to go away.. i dont want to live in a world where im wanted.. when i dont deserve it. I shouldnt be here but its like i have a pull to be why is that? why is that the things i want.. always seem to ethier leave me or hate me.. why does the touch of someones hand just give me the strength to be happy all over again..his touch made me smile his touch made me know that he will always be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem