It's easier for me to run away
I can never stay
My Problems make me insane
I'm drenched in my pain
I'm like a puppet
and they want me to forget
my own style, my own life
and kill myself with a knife
I've forgot about myself
it' almost twelve
I'm counting every second
maybe you will take my hand in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem