I feel like cutting my skin.
It's like this awful buzzing within.
It's like I am vibrating on a frequency,
but no one takes me seriously.
It's like an annoying itch I cannot scratch.
I feel like my soul and body are unattached.
I can feel the boiling hot water that isn't hot enough,
how can I get over this stuff.
I can feel the innate agony reflected in the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And top score… But Cryssa, where are you?