I need a volcanic explosion
Of emotion to rock
This sinking ship
Something to give me motivation
To save myself
From this rock bottom
I’m about to hit
Cold, so cold
I do the motions
To get me through the day
I wish to cry myself to sleep
Laying motionless
In the dark
I wish I knew how to pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem