I wear my sadness around my neck like a noose,
Struggling against it, desperate to make it loose.
I wear my anxiety like a coat,
With the darkness stuck around my throat.
I never bleed anything that will ever matter,
Let my heart break into 1 million pieces and shatter.
When I'm gone, maybe my words won't be muted,
By the time it's too late, I'm executed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem