I'm tired
I'm tired of being depress
Always trying to change my past
Trying to get stuffs that won't last
That won't erase my mistakes
I'm tired
Of being with you, making me sick
I need to do not remember you this week
That's something that I'll keep
Because you won't erase my mistakes
Why do I need you to do what I can make by myself?
Why am I always trying to get help
I'll try to do not remember what I felt
I'll leave the past be itself
When I was a child
You were driving me wild
I never talked about
But now, I can't keep it hide
I'll be free
Are you with me?
If you're not, you will see
The writer that I can be
I'll take it to my reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm tired too.... perhaps too tired to understand your poem. It seemed to jump from thing to thing and my brain wanted to do the same thing, but not like your poem wanted me too...how sad, but here is proof that I read and commented on one of your poems. And it's not like I haven't done so before.