today is my last day and yet no one knows it
i cant make a sound
i am scared i might just scream i hate this world
when i am happy to see my own blood come down my arm
i cant say where i might end up
i just want to be free of this nightmare
i cant stop crying
i am tortured to the soul and yet i know it
cant be helped
now i am at my last breath
and i say to you
'good bye thanks for the hell you have given me'
and yet at some times i wonder what it
feel like to be truly happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem