In many situations I try to think
What couldn't possibly make me sick
Of what my life have offered me to drink
And how my world, on me, so strict
I try to force myself to accept
The peace of mind my soul neglects
The world of sun, the dark protects
The life of happiness my heart regrets
So what would benefit me, to be so holy
And how would I be graded, by being so lovely
As tough I would seem, and so damn foldy
I can't help myself, but feel so lonely
As lonely as I can get, I always wonder why
Would life be such a b****, to dropp me to a sky
Where the emptiness of clouds, would bury me dry
And the freedom of skies, would wave me goodbye
For how long would I be judged this way
And why do I get to watch life sway
And as for me it would turn dark gray
And make me hate the sun of my day
I feel so lonely, but I can't do
Anything else to get me through
But live the hell I'm in, that daily grows
And forces me down to earth, and crawls
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I would like to translate this poem