I wish I could be that,
I hoped that someone could show me the way.
But I'm better of dead.
Or at least gone far and far away.
I don't want to be sad,
I don't want to feel this way,
But this pain hurts so bad.
I have no reason to stay.
I'm sorry for all the agony.
I regret the day I was born.
I have to live this life relentlessly,
For my final shape to take form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem