To close my eyes to sleep, I fear
Lest the night be gone
And I shall have to face another day
How many times I feel
Like breaking into a hundred thousand pieces
And evaporating before I shall have to face another day
They tease me and torture
Mock at me Unending
I hate the feeling when I again have to face another day
I do not know much of dying
But I do now seem like understanding
The pain of those who choose to die
How they must have felt
When they too had to face yet another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem