Im tired but its part of the medicine 
voices seem to be dying but always come back around 
i know what im not i know im a sin 
i feel like im better less and less sound 
im relaxed, hyper tired and sad 
but im slowly finding myself.
i realised you can be mad 
in order to improve my health                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    