Walk down to the streets of hell
A man so insane, and a story to tell
Call him bipolar or mentally insane
Why is it me to suffer the pain?
I've climbed the walls of insanity
And ridden the waves of despair
There is none to comfort and none to care...
I've locked up inside me how badly that bodes
Now I am just scared that one day I'll explode...
He's made my life so miserable, a rollar coaster ride
I feel scared of my existence and emotions that I hide...
Home seems like a prison, miles far away
Seven seas across I kneel and pray
Oh God! Please help me and ease my pain
And wash away the ills with rain
Help me raise my little boy with strength that I can adhere
Make my wishes and dreams come true and take away my fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem