I have tried
so many times
to make the right decisions
to take the responsibility
for each mistake I made
And I hoped
that it would make me happy,
that I’d get a chance
to straighten out my life
and to alleviate the consequences
without sacrificing even more
than I have already given up
but everything I tried
turned out to be a failure
and everything I hoped for
turned out to be a hell.
I dreamed about the perfect life,
about being happy, feeling free
but I turned out to be a prisoner,
detained on the strength of miscarriage
as hope came to destroy me.