I can not run, 
I can not hide.
For the pain comes, 
From deep inside.
My last hope has, 
Been blown away.
Not much is left, 
Nothing to say.
As I become, 
An empty shell.
My dead heart burns, 
In living hell.
I want out, but, 
I must stay in.
Though promises, 
Start to wear thin.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    