Some try to tell me that I'm alive
But I just feel like the walking dead
From day to day it's all the same
and from where I stand I know who is to blame
There is no rest for my body is weary
and I'm tired of these pointless days that truly look dreary
I have no control over what becomes of me
Unless I take my life
and then you will see
The immense damage that was done to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem