Forever wrong, forever dead inside
I'm in the woods so scared to hide
soon i'll start to crawl and start to cry
and I realise that i might just die
not feeling guilt not even sadness
only only real feeling i feel is gladness
out in the open were everyone can see
not climbing a tree just to feel free
every night i cry just to show
i die every night and i see a red bow
i wonder if this is my place to remain for all of the days
i'll carry the mace to the grey haze
and rest all night and day
and no one has nothing to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem