Living in a circle, with much happening in my life, everyone was on their own, I wasn't getting paid and changing lanes has never been my thing.
Crying out for help while no one understands me, tired of being a human, it should be my last breath, why should I live when the only person who knows my fear is against me.
Suicidal as I am judged but maybe it was meant to be! I no longer wanna fight pain, how could a nobody travels within time to catch train to past?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem