its an illness
the emptiness eats at your soul
and all you can do is watch
it shows in the eyes
the eyes that cant see happiness
oh the long hours that seize to exsist
you wish for death but death would be to kind
this illness lives off suffering and agony
you can numb the pain but whats the point
i rather feel pain then nothing at all
Right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's like all you can do is watch it happen. There's nothing to stop it.