It's like a shadow covering my body
Ready to take over when I'm weak
They scream in my head 'You're not good enough! '
Ready to drown me, suck out all the happiness there's left
They put me in the box and screams at me
'You'll never get up from the black hole, never! '
And I believe in it, cause I got nothing else to believe in
And soon, it got me in the box. Just another box on the shelf.
Just another waste...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem