It has grown to be more than
i can wrap my hands around.
She cannot touch his face, though
how she wished he would.
Can't they drill a hole outside my head
and change the water like they a car.
I only cut my self to see if i am dead and
sad but still she's left alive.
It is worse than any depression i have ever
seen or read.
Why doesn't my brain work right, sometimes
the risky thrills it seeks are tight i sigh.
And the lonely mess is all that it can stand.
Stimulation is not for me some pill or bottle.
All that was left i left with you too chose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so terribly sad to the point of being frightening. Desperately needing help, don't you think, before something happens? '10! ' for sharing your deep dark thoughts and feelings. God Bless you! Warm Wishes, Marilyn