There are voices in my head
telling me I should be dead.
They don't know I already died,
not with my body, but with my mind.
There are shadows crawling upon me,
fighting to take over my body.
I'm trying to push them away,
hoping I'll be free someday
There are monsters around
so I try not to make a sound.
I have to stay silent,
cause they too are being quiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being quiet! Thanks for sharing.