If one day I become crazy, it's not me who is crazy, it's you who are crazy
Because you destroyed my body and want to destroy my soul.
You never tire of superimposing fear and pain on my spine, trying to suppress it into what you imagined.
You poked at my knees with your words, trying to nail them firmly to the embrace of the earth.
You always smile with a cold look on your face and spit in my face
I tried my best to scream and defend, and you poured scalding water down my throat.
I held my head high in silence, and you invited the executioner to cut a slit on my carotid artery.
You wrote your paranoid thoughts into poems and asked me to stand in the middle of thousands of people and sing loudly
When I told the truth, you covered your ears and blindfolded your eyes.
Until I take my own life, you will still smile and smile with your eyes closed.
"Look at what cowardly people choose to die like this."