Tired of writing and rewriting
On this piece of paper I'm holding
Through these scribbles I'm shouting
Trying to relieve this aching
Tired of unheard words
Unfelt feelings and unappreciated works
Tired of saying these to paper
Tired of using a pen or a marker
Tired of life
And all its package
I guess all the wounds I got
Is now tired of any bandage
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I would like to translate this poem
Emotions pour upon your page, I do indeed hear your words screaming for relief, this is a place where many have been and it is a place that seems to only have one door of escape, I'm thankful that I decided not to go through it when I was tempted to.