i'm the Goth rocker
i live to rock and rap
i have no love
no freinds
no escape
no life
no way to get out
all i have is
a pen right hand
mic. in left hand
knife in my wrists
guns under my bed
bullets in my brain
i've slit myself
capped myself
but to no escape
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I would like to translate this poem
Good work, definatly a good description of a goth.