Screaming to the room full of nothingness
Finding a way to break the misery
But the more I scream the more I hear less
The more I am in great agony
Good is not for I am a yake
Can't handle this hurt, Can't handle this ache
Hear nothing but cries
Feel nothing but hurt
See nothing but disgust
Smell nothing but dirt
A beast I hear inside of me
Just waiting for it to be free
I'm in great suffering
But no one seems to care
What is the purpose of living
If you receive nothing but glares
My own deep despondency
Surrounds me is the air of melancholy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem