I've been spending all day an all night,
With this pen I try to write,
All the wrongs I've done so far,
But nothing seems to make it right,
Thinking back to yesterday,
How I wish it all would change,
Fearing for the future,
Cause I let my mental slip away,
Fast forward few years soon,
I'll be in a differnt room,
Making all the same mistakes,
An never knowing what to do,
Bad thoughts, just can't take it,
Wish I never failed to make it,
Last call, one more drink,
Wish I had the will to break it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have the will. Being willing is the hard part.