Late at night,
It was so dark and cold;
Lying on my bed,
Thinking, 'how miserable my life is...'
Talking to myself
Being weird as usual
Making myself comfortable
Jotting my scattered thoughts,
Tears streamed down my face, thinking twice;
Will I end my life tonight or
Just continue my depressive journey?
Realized some things,
Preparing for the worst but still
Praying for the best
I was so tired, and
still alive
Then I whispered,
'Good night'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't go into the good night without a fight. Great poem.