Walking away from it all.
Dreaming that it will all go away.
Lieing to myself saying that its fine.
Crying myself to sleep on endless nights.
Leaving my body a disaster.
Painting is to dark.
Screaming isnt loud enough.
Losing everyone is getting low.
Causing pain isnt fun.
Suffering is causing blood.
Bleeding is causing a horrific mess.
Walking away from it all is by far the only solution left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aww. its very sad, but excellent. ill be praying for you.