Trapped in a vortex of emotions being forced to hold my breath I can no longer pretend to be relaxed when in fact I am a wreck.
Sleeping alone is a punishment I shall endure for things I have done just because I thought it was fun.
A guilty conscious causing me grief I keep on crying in hopes of some relief so I can sleep.
To no avail my tears matter naught for I have forced myself to believe that I do not deserve to sleep peacefully.
The dark times I suffer through now are my own creation a manifestation of my own dirty deeds come back to haunt me now forever and always I shall not be relieved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem