So you think that I’m not alive
But have you ever thought about my suicide
Wondering where my voice goes
Supposing there is nothing that I know
I can not do
I can not say
I can not feel
Those things you think are real
I can not be
I can not admit
I can not see
All you try to give to me
My soulless eyes staring into nothing
Why must I always be someone’s something
Still search for my own voice
Wishing I could scream mercy
I can not do
I can not say
I can not feel
Those things you think are real
I can not be
I can not admit
I can not see
All you try to give to me
Slowly, rolling falling on the floor in shame
Speechless, madness sometimes I just want to die
Wanderer, nomad search for another place in time
Escape, no trace from this prison that is mine
I can not do
I can not say
I can not feel
Those things you think are real
I can not be
I can not admit
I can not see
All you try to give to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem