There is hole inside
Loneliness in my life
Cigarettes in one hand
Beer in the another...
No peace by my side
No hope in my mind
Happiness far far away from me
There is no life in this world for me
Sorrow, grief next to me
God has forgotten me
Demon's whisperer i hear...
Save me, give me the peace
Again it's just a black evening
Who is with me,
Life is empty
Doesn't have a meaning for me,
There is a gun in my hand
And i pray for the last time.
REWRITE IT IN RHYMES DEAR, IT WILL SOUND MUCH BETTER, IT WOULD SOUND BETTER IN TURKISH THOUGH, GOOD WORK, KEEP IT UP
Thank you. I have been meaning to rewrite it for some time. There are some mistakes in grammer too.
Wow April... This is very deep and heartfelt... One's loneliness in a moment of desperation. This piece touched me greatly. Outstanding Write.: '(Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guns and depression make a perilous formula - glad you're still here as a survivor, years later.