What's my fault
For which I'm punished
To live a life
Where I feel
Its better to Die
But even though I long so much
M not allowed it even
Where everyday I die
My blood thou drink
Leaving me dry
My body used and abused
My soul engulfed by dark
My dreams brutally raped
And I....
Living a dead life
My tears are dried
And my only wish
To Die
To get salvation
From this living hell
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I would like to translate this poem
So pessimistic! I'm seeing the clear picture of a broken heart.But, this life will again boost you up to live.Strong emotion but loveable.Nice!