Trapped in a world of which I hate,
Never to escape.
Alone and forgotten,
A world of misery and disgust.
Lost and cold,
Broken and unremembered.
Trapped in the hatred of myself,
Lost in the fear of death.
Alone in the world,
And stuck in a pit of grief for that which I will never have.
Trapped with nothing but a memory of things that will never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem