Why was I born,
Into this hatred world?
Where I have to hate my life,
And have people make fun of me?
Why was I born?
It's not like everyone adores me,
Everyone despise me,
They all hate me!
How come I have to go through so much hate?
Have everyone kill me with their words?
Making me cry,
Wanting me to die?
Why was I even born?
I hate life and everyone in it,
Why do I have to be alive?
Please, tell me - why was I born?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don`t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me, that maybe we are stationed where God wanted us to be. That little place we are filling is the reason of our birth. And, just do the work we do, God sent us down to earth.