I cry most nights.
Sometimes I sob myself to sleep from a day that i cant take anymore
Otherwise it's a nightmare that wakes me
Or the loud angry voices, they yell out loud, or in my head,
i'm never sure
Crying never helps-the problem always rears its ugly head as soon as I wake
But i can't seem to stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem