Sometimes
you want to disappear
be swallowed by ground
or just vanish into air
Sometimes
you want to cry and be pitied
you'd like to show your bruises
be seen worn and tired
Sometimes
you want to die and let go
to end it all and have peace
to just be dead
Of all times
this corny world will not come
crashing down at your feet just yet
sometimes it never will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem