I am like a dead flower.
I am like a dead brain that doesn't like life.
Going through its process of the everyday world like a breeze.
Putting a smile on to cover the pain.
Completing the missions and recieving the badge of honor!
But do I really deserve it?
I am the ghost of all the pain in the world.
Going around hunting the people that hurt me!
Making them suffer for making me cry as they watched me die deep inside! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem