All my life,
I have felt nothing but terrible bad pain,
My day by day daily life feels like being stabbed by a knife,
Bruises, scars and wounds is something daily I gain.
I don't want to even wake up because of the pain,
I don't want even more to get up and start the morning,
Why do people like me in sorrow, agony and terrible loneliness and what out of it do they gain? ,
On the outside I'm all proud and fine but on the inside my pain is so terrible bad that on the inside I screaming.
Oh, is there someone out there to help me feel what happiness for the first time,
Am I not allowed to be happy? ,
Is me being happy such a crime? ,
Does my life have to be where I alway feel pain, sorrow, loneliness and always unhappy? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem