leave me Satan's shadow
hounds that rip apart my skin
I can not stand to see
my light fade so dim
stop the day from seeming night
stop the cold from reaching my soul
stop the anger beyond others sight
stop the hate who has control
stop the need to be alone
stop the need to fake happiness
stop the need to be everything
stop the world looking down on me
stop the frustration and anxiety
do this so I may live
and not whilst not caring
about anything I ever did
and not whilst slowly drowning
in a glass box with closed lid
I hate myself for who I am
I wish to lay upon my death bed
for when you don't care if you live or die
you may as well be dead
god let me feel something other then despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow deep with emotion. Really good poem. Really good write. Check out my justice part 2.