Sometimes I fall into a deep sense of suicide, not able to find my way out, drowning beneath watery emotions of abuse and hatred, culminating in fires of hell.
Trying to get rid of the helplessness by getting rid of myself.
Knowing nothing, but the sounds of near death as I penetrate last seconds of life on it's shores - ones that I prefer over living in this empty, cold space of life.
There is nothing here for me, I know this because of the loneliness always within me no matter what I'm doing.
Sometimes a person abusing and pushing someone away is the cause of irrational feelings coming up, trying to kill your being and one day finally succeeding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a social worker, but I define my clients in a positive way..and the poem is a real mess!