Deep inside my heart there's a hole,
A hole where it seems to be burning by the fire of hell,
And explodes like a volcano.
It seems to grow like a plant,
Die like a rotten mouse,
Seems to be unpredictable,
And can't be expressed in any kind of ways,
And when these feelings shows up,
Who knows?
Anything can happen.
But however,
It can maybe be change if I decide to give myself the chance to prove that I'm worth of something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem