Filling up slowly with emotion, turning inside out from
all it's commotion.
Hurting and crying, wanting to die and be left alone,
there's no sense in holding on.
Whatever happens to be hanging in the air is a falsehood,
a lie, and I don't care anymore about it.
That's where sanity lies - in hatred of what you loved
before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem