I feel the rage and burning pain.
I feel the rush through my veins.
I burst...the adrenaline hurts.
I shake and I know I won't be here for long anyways.
You'll pay. You'll pay for doing this to me that day.
I don't believe I've turned this way...
I feel the rage and burning pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem