I was dead before I was born.
Bury me in a field of hurt,
Of hate and broken bones.
I want to breathe in the pain,
Of a thousand withered roses.
I want to pretend that I'm human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an amazing write, (bury me in a field of hurt Of hate and brokenbones) .. Good poem!