People of the world you need to listen to me
I'm trapped in a box with all my miseries
I use to be a happy little girl with a big dream
but now my life has been based on one scream
My emotions are taking over
They defeated my innocence and left me questioning who I am
Too many puzzles in my head
I no longer know how to sleep in my own bed
Who am I?
I am the one lost in a forest of secrets?
Finding me will be in the deepest darkest core
I don't know where I am or who I am anymore
People of the world you need to listen to me
i am a victim to my mind
and you need to save whatever is left of me
all i need is a light to peek into to this darkness
a darkness i don't want to soon call home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem