The hurt is in my heart
In my hands an itching starts
These fingertips, they tingle and throb
My chest feels so heavy
This is nothing like me
I am fighting the urge to sob
It’s sadness and fear
I’m filled up to my ears
Try to shake it out of my head
I would rather be twirling
Than have anxieties swirling
Around me: I wish I was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem