Too much pressure pounding on my mind like a migraine.
Might just revert back to crooked insane.
Second chick to talk negatively about me within this week.
I'm starting to think I'm running an unlucky streak.
Words begin to circle in my head.
I check the pulse of my sanity, weep and announce 'dear God he's dead'.
But then the quick sorrow rivers begins to dry.
Sunlight hits me in my face and I look into sky.
Then I begin to hear angelic songs of joy.
I rise to my feet as waves of happiness deploy.
From the light a note begins to form.
I read in hopes that it will inform.
It tells me 'never give up, even if things seem bleak'.
And at the bottom it says 'never give up, never, even if you feel weak.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem