I walk up the hill,
And I sled down,
I have lots of fun,
And get snow all over.
When I walk back up,
My legs start to be weaking,
I slip on snow,
And I break the sled.
My sibling makes fun of me,
And I sit down,
In the freezing snow,
And I don't talk.
I start to cry,
I hate my life,
Why do I have to be so fat?
Why do I have to be alive?
I'm crying tears,
Crying water,
I'm crying crystals,
But mostly I'm crying snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like the metaphor of cryng snow, like the saddest and deepest part of you is pouring out of your body into a form like snow cold and numbing