alone in my room i lay
isolated from the world.
Everything depends on
the earth to keep revolving.
soo we can continue to live,
live our lives of torment.
Watch people die of hunger,
war, or maybe our own hands.
place yourself alone,
somewhere where u cant witness this.
in the meloncholy you'll think
of your traped mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem