Poeminha Deprê

Estou deprê, por isso vou postar um poeminha em inglês que provavelmente tem mais erros do que a vida de todos os presos de uma penitenciária, mas enfim.


Every night since that day he has been praying.
He has been praying for the souls he ruined.
Every night he have bad dreams.
And every morning he wakes up happy because he finally woke up.
Every morning he cries on his bathroom.
He cries for the bad decisions he took all his life.
Nothing can help him, because he doesn't want to be helped.
He just want to be forgotten.
Let behind.
An useless toy on a basement.
Just waiting for the fire to burn him for all the eternity.