I used to think pain was a good thing,
that having pain meant you were still alive
but after awhile of only feeling pain with the occasional anger,
gets hard to still think is good
little by little, its killing me.
eating me alive.
little by little its depriving me,
taking me away into its cold, dark, scary world
leaving nothing behind but a zombie in my place
and slowley that will be takin too
finally leaving nothing but an empty space behind to fill my place
im slowley fading... slowley becoming nothing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem