I'm tired of sickness,
Seven months of being ill,
Pain is more not less,
I don't know, it's God's will.
I often stay alone,
I get mocked at,
There was no powerful bone,
That's why I usually sat.
People don't understand,
How hard it is to stay strong,
I bear the pain and stand,
But then I stand for too long.
Noone understood what I meant,
Then, my soul more bent,
I wish I weren't so much in pain,
But sitting on a beach in Spain.
I'll be better one day,
And you'll see, I'll be okay,
If not tomorrow or today,
I'll be better just one day.
Outstanding! Your use of rhythm in your poem is magnificent.. Also the words have put a spell of sad on the whole poem which came to deliver your entire emotions to the reader's mind.. Really beautiful.. Go on and keep up the good work.. Rated +10
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I would like to translate this poem
Perfect! ! ? so touching so early and hard to get these feelings on your young age