I see you.
You have a gun.
It is pointing at me.
You tell me I'm no good.
I cry and dropp to the ground.
You abuse me emotionally.
I cry some more.
A shot is heard.
Blood is running from my body.
I am dead.
You laugh and go on your merry way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem