My mind is blank
Let my brain is moving a million miles per second
My thoughts are scramble
My hand is pounding, which is a good break from my heart
My time is moving so slow now but in other cases, it is flying away from me
I feel like those people on tv that are sitting and everything is flying behind them
The only difference is that in my world is
I sit by myself
I stand by myself
I am fighting with and for myself
So therefore if I lose, I lose and not everyone around me,
I have to face these demons
I feel like I have die and my spirit is in the Underworld with Hades beating me everyday mental
I just want to scream
I just want to run
But if I scream will some hear me?
If I run will I escape?
I will I just get caught again,
I have 42 pictures and let it is not enough
I have memories and let it is not enough
I have my breath, let it is not enough
I have nothing with out you been it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem