Now begins the pain.
The feeling of being stabbed in the neck over and over.
I cant breath,
I reach for help but no ones there.
I now know its my time to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
feeling of isolation, and not fitting in, very dramatic. I sense all your pain off of these lines... your poems all resonate the same crushed spirit, sad desperation.