What kind of planet, we living on?
My parent's is so diabolical.
Using mental and physical abuse tactics.
Why me, I didn't do anything wrong.
Screaming and shouting at me; even, some physical torture.
I can't take, anymore of this improper treatment, anymore.
As I ran-way from the house, And I kept running.
To, I got neared the free-way bridge.
I said, God! 'Take me to another place, tire of living on this wicked planet.'
The next thing, I went on and jump.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem