i want out,
can't take this any more.
i thought i could hide from 'IT.'
but found that 'YOU' were always there.
near me, never was i free.
why do i realize it to late,
to do any thing......to stop 'YOU'.
my hands are red with blood, but can't see it.
but 'IT'S' there just the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem