Almost
Is the imbalance to my dysfunction I am easily hung.
I keep thoughts which I hold in an open jar in my mind.
Maybe
I'm suicidal maybe I'm connected to something that is killing me.
But I must love it to endure this pain.
Because I've never closed the doors that I've gained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this simple poem for a complicated thought.