I've caused my family lots of stress
It's not their fault that my life is a mess
The torture gets worse and worse every hour
I'm not strong enough to handle it; I guess I’m a coward
This agonizing pain I feel
Is corrupting me, my heart is not made of steel
Chaos is breaking lose within my house
I feel so helpless and small, like a mouse
I cannot even cry because that shows that I am weak
I have no say anymore, so what’s the point to even speak?
My solution is to end my days and nights
To turn out my burning light
Aren't we all tortured souls? yOu are not alone in feeling like this. We poets are lucky to have found a way to properly express it. Keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with nate flying owl, not many can express their feeling/emotions and those few who can are lucky