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So hard to see into the eyes of own mother! Why does she

let me to be in hell? Now I have no friends and I don't

want to live. Somewhere behind my naive dreams has left.

Somewhere behind my life has left. I conceal my eyes

which are dropsical cause of tears. I'm scared when I

watch these people, explain what they do with me.

What for is this cross on my neck? Christ! I pray every

morning to do it last. Watch me, when I'm in this dark

room! I don't want to come back in foul dirty bed!

O God! It's so hard! I feel bad when I see own blood.

Mama, mama, take me away from here! I can't sleep,

I'm afraid constantly, my face is a bruise. I feel pain when

they penetrate… The mother bawls permanently, she takes

me to alien people, and I dance, dance listening to their

plastered laughter, naked and humiliated.I hate you,

woman, who gives my birth. Several months already my

life had flowed among dirt and platitude. I'm a body

satisfying lustful bastards! Kill me by your shameless

desire! I'm daughter who waits for the morning to

freese on the floor beneath the blanket and to dream

about non-coming of the mother. I wait for the cold

morning to go away from this room, to lie in cold corner,

to crywaiting for death. Now I'm cureless. My heart is

broken and my soul screams every night praying for saving.

There's no mercy, childish consciousness is broken.

Through the ignorance and violence I watch the daylight.

Thank you, the sun for your warm rays but I don't have

childish romance. Nothing dismays me any more. Just

look after grey mist of time going slowly…

Their shadows everywhere, they rape me even in my dream

and time has stopped. You can't understand how

it's hard and painful. Life which suffers me is so

beatiful for others.