I feel as though I am
being punished for not
taking my own life yet.
So now I cry myself to sleep.
I have an unbruised body,
but a tortured and scarred
soul. With all of this emotional
turmoil, I don't have
much purpose here.
Soon I will be at peace.
No more torturous lullabys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem