I'm fighting and I'm losing,
trying my hardest to be strong.
I'm falling and I'm failing,
being proven that im wrong.
I'm screaming and I'm choking,
falling to my knees and crying.
I'm lying and I'm pretending,
but deep down i know I'm dying.
I'm running and I'm frightened,
i have already lost the fight.
I'm slowing and I'm stopping,
giving it the greatest delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem