Old thoughts.
New day.
Thoughts returning.
My mind is burning.
Same poet.
Diffrent feelings.
Now new, once old.
Going over the same process.
New beginings.
Same endings.
Another day.
Another scar.
Bldae, bloody.
Life, dark.
Living in a hell.
Upsetting, and dispair.
Not like noone cares.
Finding pain as a cover up.
Just a bunch of sorrow.
Just a bunch of pain.
8/5/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem