In a pit of misery
to many dark memories
I can hear the screaming inside
Inside my mind
shut my eyes
striped of my disguise
hands on my ears
looking at my fears
this is what depression is like
like a spike
thrust in my chest
I just want some rest
just stop this pain
there no gain
to this life
so I take this knife
and I visit the afterlife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good vent poem..Hope the issues that were haunting you when you wrote this poem are resolved..Would love to read some others by you :)