Every day is the same.
Every moment ends this way.
A sudden pain strikes my heart
like a bad case of Tungiasis
It grows stronger every day
kills me slowly in every way.
Hunts me down with a knife
stabs my heart with all might.
Weak... and vulnerable I've become
Just one word can set me off.
I can't get control of myself
God, why is it so hard? !
Why not just kill me now..
because I can't deal with this parasite in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem