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I've died and came back,
like some kind of zombie.
I've fallen face down in the dirt,
but no one was there to help,
seems like i can be reborn a million times,
and still I'm taken for granted.
I've lost hope so many times,
that how its hard to tell whether something is real or if I'm dreaming.
I've had my up's and down's,
my life seems bumpier then a roller coaster.
I've dug myself down deep,
into a depressing hole many times,
but always seemed to come back up for air.
I think those past events,
led me to this point,
somehow causing me to be happy now.
: : end: :
written: 2/1/06
yea its kinda random...heh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem