In all my dispair,
they still want me to spare.
a life no longer being lived.
a young life that has withered,
before its 17th year.
but yet, they still want me to be silent, they seem to really hate me, as far as i can see.
and still no matter how much i smile,
i'm dying on the inside all the while.
but they are all blind, and dont't
see death happening right in front
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem