Even if
The city and sky
-are foggy with clouds
-as are my heart and mind
Radio is same shit
-all the songs are repeat
-they make me feel dizzy
-as if cats, vomiting
Same and same, same and same
-same talks and same old shit
-same are roads, joblessness
-they tell me: "you useless"
I hate me and hate the!
-just eating and shitting
They make me sick, tired
-I want change, adventure
-even if with my death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem