Back to this story.
Hate all around.
Cuts all back.
I guess it got the attack.
I'm done pretending like my heart is mending.
Tired of this life.
Justa buunch of lies.
No happiness, just sadness.
Just wanting this life to end.
But when will it?
Soon?
I hope.
8/25/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem