Darkness so kind.
Darkness so pleasing.
Reveling on my bed,
as I stare at the ceiling.
Music filling every pore.
Music drowns the pain.
Non-self-inflicted stress reliever.
Grateful cause it's pouring rain.
No more slicing of the skin.
No more. No more.
This pain won't win.
I have to be strong. I won't give in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good for you! fight those depressing days with music, it works for me too :) HBH