Alone at night I stand against a corner.
Vocies screaming suicide into an insane mind.
People peeking through the window.
I know they are after me!
Melting walls, pouring blood
No one sees this broken child.
I scream for help.
No one ever comes.
A razor blade will ease my mind.
Such schizophrenic days to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem