When it stops falling-
And begins to cease-
What was it for?
A simple release?
And yet I bear it all the same-
Aren't we all equal?
So why am I the one in pain?
And yet I'm still here-
When this starts again-
I don't know why I haven't left-
When the hits begin to fall-
And the pain doesn't cease-
Y'know from a life like this,
There should be a release...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem