Look so peaceful.
Laying in the bed.
I smile and try.
Just to reach them.
My hands are restrained.
Struggle.
Can't get up.
Look around.
Lights everywhere.
Just so bright.
Table sitting next to me.
Tools used for cutting.
Flinch at a sudden pain.
Person.
White coat.
Knife.
My chest open.
The world can see.
My screaming terror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem