I hate it, all of it
I want to say but, can't
I want to do something but, can't.
Is it a delusion or reality?
Do they pretend or really hate me?
Can't make myself to do the same.
I,
Blame myself for everything,
Can't say, can't react, can't be myself,
Can't even breath,
Air feels heavy and everything feels poisonous,
Filled with hopelessness I'm left with only one thought,
'I hate it, all of it'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem