Just a little something;
if only it could be.
To stop all of the horrors,
the perfect drug for me.
Just a little something;
to delay the torment.
No more broken shame,
to break imprisonment.
Even if only temperarily,
to supress the insanity.
Just forget the guilt.
To find an end to agony.
Something to cover;
the endless flow of tears.
A need to block out sins,
need to block out fears.
Something to with-hold;
the sheer desperation.
No more blame or hurt.
Just life's abbreviations.
Something to cure my sickness.
It could be my greatest lesson.
It would hide my petty weakness.
Come drown the dull deppression.
Something I can treasure;
to take away the hate.
Stop endless illusions,
no more ways to suffocate.
Just a little something,
if only it could be.
To stop all of the horrors.
The perfect drug for me.
End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem