Why does the past repeat itself
the world may never know
I wish my past would stop right now
I have no where left to go, the last place that I could turn
has locked the door and left
my eyes they burn
my chest it hurts
i have no tears left to cry
maybe its time I except the fact
that Im just not worth the try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem