I struggle to walk, as I stumble this way and that
I’m trying to stand up, but I keep having crazy hallucinations
The air ahead of me is turning misty, but is it really?
I have absolutely no memory of the night before
My new dress has no straps anymore
Trying to swallow, I can feel the drug that you gave me struggling to get down my throat
Closing my eyes, I fall to the floor, wishing that I will never have to face the consequences that will soon be ahead of me
I secretly wish that I will never wake up again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel the fear, and pain in it. It was awesome!