Apa salah saya? Mengapa? Mengapa? H

Apa salah saya? Mengapa? Mengapa? Hanya pertengkaran yang terdengar di telingaku setiap hari? Mengapa hanya murka yang menjadi tontonanku setiap hari? *tertawa sinis* Hanya karena masalah sekecil itu? Mengapa Tuhan????? Aku benar-benar tidak tahu bagaimana cara mengekspresikan diriku?? Aku benci semua ini. Mengapa mulutku seakan terjahit di saat seperti ini? Selalu. Serasa ingin mencaci maki. Seakan ingin membuat masalah agar mereka sadar. Seakan ingin menjual diriku agar mereka bisa bersatu. Seakan aku ingin bunuh diri agar semua yang aku saksikan dan yang aku dengar SELESAI! Tuhan, aku selalu meminta. Selalu dan selalu. Tapi mengapa mereka tidak pernah akur? Tuhan, jika engkau izinkan bisakah darah ayah dan ibu di keluarkan dari tubuhku?

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

What wrong am I? Why? Why? Only the contention that sounds in my ears every day? Why just the wrath of the tontonanku every day? * cynical * laugh just because it's such a small problem? Why Lord????? I really don't know how to express myself?? I hate all this. Why is my mouth as if stitched into in a moment like this? Always. Seemed like to chide maki. As if wanting to make trouble so that they are aware of. Seeming to want to sell me so that they can unite. As if I wanted to commit suicide in order for all that I see and I hear it's done! God, I always ask. Always and always. But why don't they ever get along? Lord, if you let can the blood of fathers and mothers in the remove from my body?

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

What have I done? Why? Why? Only fight that was in my ear every day? Why only be tontonanku wrath every day? * Evil laugh * Just because such a small problem? Why God????? I really do not know how to express myself?? I hate all of this. Why does my mouth as if sewn in a time like this? Always. Seemed to want to lash out. As if to make them aware of the problem in order. As if to sell myself so they could unite. As if I wanted to commit suicide so that all that I saw and what I heard FINISHED! God, I always ask. Always and always. But why do not they ever get along? God, if you let the blood can remove the father and mother of my body?