I'm hugging myslef before I sleep, and yet nobody looks after me if I'm alive or dead. Thats the agony of life, I'm admitted to this pain and through this lane I walk unsteadly.
When everything comes in to focus I die, I feel hopeless, insomnia takes it away, a hideous place indeed. My territory, nobody sees it but me.
I never knew that consequences hade its weight on my shoulders. all these borders I shot down right infront of us, sorry will never be enough for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem