The voices
oh The little voices
The scream inside
The choices
Oh so many choices
just cant decide
So many ways to end this
A violent moment and then bliss
No other way to escape this cage
Pushed to the brink, uncharacteristic rage
I cant take this place
I wish I could just vanish with no trace
I cant handle it here
It’s the same thing, year after year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem