I can’t take this life, the pain, and the tears
I can’t even take looking at my depressed face in the mirrors
The place I once loved, and the friends I’d once adored
Now I’m angry, brainwashed, broken, miserable, and sore
Everything is ruined; misplaced
When I leave, will there even be a trace?
Most likely not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel everthing in this poem. It relates to how people feel, too. great job.