In this world we are born to die.
Live to be free
and yet life is a drag.
I kill myself with these no bodies that break me then leave.
You hate me and you know you do
and I ask myself why? why me? but then I find out it has to be this way,
this is the only way it can be
I am Christina and you are you,
you are all those reading this trust me you will hate me...
I all ready do.
All of you taught me how.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem