Four o'clock in the morning
Afraid to open my eyes
Another day of grief, 
A day of fear.
All alone I feel.
I try to justify all the pain, 
All of this guilt before my eyes.
Another day of confusion, 
A day of wondering.
Is it ever just going to go away? 
All this pain that I feel, 
And all this anger, is it going to stay? 
Ten o'clock in the evening, 
Afraid of the nightmares.
Again my breathing stops.
All I can do is stare into the night.
What is it that causes this feeling? 
Another night of crying, 
A night of hiding, 
Alone once again.
My heart feels empty, 
And I can't cry another tear.
Another day wasted on insecurity, 
A day of wonder.
Is this ever going to end?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
What a Deadly Poem! =)