Do you know how many nights
I cryed myself to sleep?
Do you know the last time
I was actualy happy
or felt normal?
I cant even remember a single time
that i woke up and was glad to be alive.
To me it feels like its raining everyday.
There is only emptyness
inside me
and there is no hope.
I cant stand living with myself
another second.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good emotional write... frank and expressive...thanks for sharing, Kim 10