Sword modern poetry

The sword on your head,

You stabbed me in the back again,

When you leave, can you see my blood splashing?

I numbly bear the deep or shallow scars you left on my back again and again.

I watched the wound bleed and scar, scar and bleed.

My sentence is very long,

Your torture is long.

Dear people!

If you give me a few short days of happiness,

Just trying to get me out of my cage,

That's my illusion.

My sentence is very long,

irreversible

If I still have tears,

That's what my heart is still waiting for,

If I can still cry,

That's because I still have fantasies.

Dear people!

If I can still beg for warmth,

Please give me a hug,

If I can still beg for freedom,

Please give me a little love,

I'm cold in this cage.

Fate! I curse you! Why did you give me this? Life?

Life! I spit on you! Why did you imprison me?

Dear, please accept my lonely soul for a while!

Don't make me feel sorry for myself.

This is the bitter fruit I should bear.

Don't ask me why,

This is my life.