I can’t write anything anymore.
I can’t focus on my work.
I can’t even fall asleep.
I’m messing everything up.
What is happening?
What can I do?
What if I’m hopeless?
Can I be saved?
I have no energy.
I have no ability.
I have no want.
No desire to fight.
I just want to surrender,
The odds are against me.
The chances of succeeding,
Perish every passing day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem