we are all meant to be alive
we all have a reason to live
true love is once in a lifetime
everyone has a soul mate
no one is unloved 
no one goes unnoticed
there is someone for everyone
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
we all have a purpose
no good deed goes
well. 
To the point
Is It..... POSSIBLE
     I am a loser
     the mistakes I have made will not be forgiven or forgotten
     I found true love, but true love didn't find me
     I am a product of lust. 
     my life is so completely lonely and full of questions
     that I let another use and abuse me verbally, mentally, and physically
     now I am just another tainted nothing. 
     suicide is not an option
     as much as 
homicide is an answer                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    