Perhaps go to the moon-
Its feels lonely at home
Dealing with my thoughts all alone
No one can understand this pain
Nothing will ever be the same
Ever since young age
From times of pure rage
Longing to not wake
With each pill I would take
Such a hate that I felt
With the body I was dealt
Goodbye old places
Goodbye known faces
Perhaps I was never meant to love
Never meant to be loved
When I die,
I want to lie-
By the stars in the sky
And forget every time that I cried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem