I peal my eyes open,
Only to be put through hell.
While others see that all is well.
What an a illusion.
To what is your conclusion.
Some say life.
Some retort with death.
But then again,
Don't we all have a chance to live?
And each moment we live, we all die a little inside?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem