Sitting in the stillness of my silent room
Wondering why I'm living and contemplating my doom
I can't sleep, can't eat, my heart's weak
But in this dog eat dog world I can't afford to be meek
So I put on a facade, a mask that'll fool the masses
Into thinking I'm all about girls and fashion
A mask that hides the true me, my personality
A mask that eats away at my soul and destroys my inner beauty
It decimates everything I once held dear
And soon it may destroy me I fear
So here I am still sitting in the silence of my room
Still wondering why I'm here and contemplating my doom
I sit back and reflect on my pitiful life
A life of struggle, sorrow, sadness, and strife
Yet there is still a bit of life left in me
Still a spark that wants me to be the man I should be
And while I walk on this slippery slope
There's still one thing that helps me cope
And that's a tiny faint glimmer of hope, and I hope
That it releases death's hold on my throat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem