How do I motivate my character, if character is absent?
How am I supposed to be self dependent, if I feel hollow?
How am I supposed to thrive, if I cannot crawl?
How do I hang on, if I already let go?
How do I find love, if I cannot find myself? ?
Who do I talk to?
Who do I tell about my problems?
Who is listening?
Who dreams of me?
Who is it that I dream of?
Who is who?
Who is loving me? ?
Why have I not met you yet?
Why am I alone?
Why am I empty?
Why does it matter?
Why does anything matter?
Why is my best friend not human?
Why are my tears invisible?
Why has life come to this?
Why do I not feel loved? ?
Where is my sister?
Where is my dog?
Where are my once best friends?
Where am I?
Where do I look for love? ?
How do I thrive?
Who will help me?
Why does my heart ache?
Where is the light?
When will I know? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beaking someone down? Yep.. Life is often doing such a job.. with everybody (almost)