'Is this a nightmare?
Is this a dream? '
'Why can't I wake up? '
Crying, she screams,
'Is this blood real?
Are the cuts really there? '
'I can't feel no pain, '
She weeps with no care.
'Am I alive?
Can you see my tears fall? '
'I'm down on my knees, '
No strength, she can't crawl.
'Is this gun really here?
Will I even feel a thing? '
'Theres nothing to hold onto, '
She's lost everything.
She breaths her last breath,
She's finally free.
She's no longer numb,
She can finally see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem