Body, heart, mind and soul,
I cannot take anymore that this world has to hold.
Scars, ache, insanity and loss,
They are too much and I cannot bear the cost.
Soft, beating, fresh and new,
In the beginning I had a clear view.
Smooth, tender, sane and cleansed,
This how I came in and how I will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem