my life has bein takin over by my thoughts of suicide
cant help but think of death and how it would be
when im gone im layin down in bed with these
thoughts of how i should do it or should i try to run
from these thoughts
i try and fight them off but i cant do it
i cant shake these thoughts their killing me
i try too run and they
grab a hold of me and put a knife
in my hand and chase me until finaly
make a knose and hang my life away
now im gone and im sorry for being
so selfish but i couldnt escape it took
over its like a disease that i cant shake
it crawls all over me like a bad dream my life
waz just a dream a bad dream that wouldnt
go away
my life is lost and im gone i have nothing
i am nothing but a ghost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
demons, set up home inside us tormenting our souls into despair, When we feel this way, its them.. picking away at our being controlling our thoughts eating our soul. They unscrew the bulbs Leaving minds in darkness.