There is no
concrete way to
survive
I need more
discipline
I can't survive
in this world
without the solitude
There is no
way to survive
one's weakness
There is no
hope for me
I must control
everything also the
time
Sometimes I don't
understand my exasperation
for my disorder
I think I'm
prepared to be
alone forever
I believe that
I would not
survive without the
books
Perhaps in the
future the day
will come when
I will never
leave home
I need to
stay in my
world and to
spend all my
life in it
I don't think
I have much
chance of living
alone
I don't feel
responsible for my
future
I'm aware to
be uncontrollable
Sometimes I don't
need the comprehension
of people
I'm losing my
mind with dreams
I don't believe
in nothing
Nothing has the
power for the
survival
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem