The problem is
I need a drink.
The problem is
my head.
The problem is
my jumbled thoughts
and wishing I
was dead.
The problem is
the guilt.
The problem is
the pain.
The problem is
just waking up
to face the day
again.
The problem is
I'm wicked.
The problem is
I'm wrong.
The problem is
I don't deserve
to live - that's why
I'm gone
20/04/08
Wow, that was a very good poem. The pace of it was perfect. I hope you are ok 4real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with blue bird, about 'are you ok 4real, A pleasure to read, Rachel