it tortures and consumes me
I can not see a way out
I scream and shout
It dwells within me
How can I stop this insanity
This truly dark thinking
I always end up drinking
Myself away
or is this just some weird vanity?
Darkness consumes
I feel used
the dark hand looms
Depression will it ever end?
I've said it before, I think it is illegal to be a poet without being depressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's safe to say you're not alone in these feelings Tiyler. Sincerely, Mary