Pull the cords,
Peel the skin,
Rip the guts,
Break the chin.
Go ahead.
I’m too numb to feel this pain,
Too bizarre for the mundane.
Too ignorant to listen,
The fallen who has risen.
Too tired to lie down and sleep,
Too sad to break down and weep.
I’m too far for you to reach,
Too sore to let out a screech.
I’m too broken to be fixed,
I’m too different to be mixed.
Too exciting to be bland,
Different from that grain of sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem