life was together, but now its not
what's wrong with me? ....STOP!
So what's the point of thinking deep
I bite my nails and I'm losing sleep
It's all gone wrong and it's all my fault
I used the sugar when I needed salt
Things ain't cooking for me, as you see
I'm sitting on a one way train
You say I'm heading for an early grave
Depression is a drink best served cold
I need a laugh so I take a drink
this cant be happening, at least not yet....
It's getting worse and I ain't hit my peak
I want to shout but I can't even speak
I want to cry and curse
Things can't get any worse, where's the hearse?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem