“Dear Diary” I hurt myself today
I cried for all that I have thrown away
Tears that fell like rain
On the marks that track the pain
For a life that has been cast away
“Dear Diary” I imprisoned myself today
Sent away for life like Dostoevsky.
Imprisoned for crimes against my soul
Along the corridors of hell I shall forever stroll
For a life that has been cast away
“Dear Diary” I killed myself today
Wallowing in misery and despair and dismay
In my sickness I pray to Kierkegaard
My soul laid open bare and scarred
For a life that has been cast away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem