life

Another day, another year
the problems never disappear.
Such a beautiful soul
never reaching its goal.
Constant struggles to survive;
sometimes I wish I wasn´t alive.
It is not depression that I seal;
it is just something that I feel.
In love I just can´t win!
Maybe it is a past life´s sin...
Or maybe it is my childhood,
that I still feel misunderstood.
All people have troubles I know
and still I am hurting so.
It is like living on a knife
or maybe it´s just life!

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