although it was a hard time <br /> my childhood <br />no one to wipe the cries <br /> to hear you <br />to answer your shouts <br /> to be with you. <br />i felt loneliness <br />with all of its meaning <br /> what i did, just fighting <br />one day i just gave in. <br /> what was left just dreams <br /> my share was no reality. <br />there is a long time <br />i learned not to cry <br /> not to feel sorry <br />for the things I've done <br />and all the darkness <br />surrounded my heart. <br />I learned to give up <br />to be the one <br />you want.<br /><br />tara mahdavi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-god-3/
