My eyes are bleeding.
My tears are on fire.
Burning my pain into hate.
Heartless.
I have less.
I have lost.
My lust.
My desire.
Breathless.
My veins are poisoned with razored wire.
Breathing, I am suffocating.
Drowning, I am surviving.
Dying, I am crying.
Tortured, by being alive.
Everyday, sickened, by living through the day.
Everything becomes something.
Ever for a never ever.
Today means nothing.
Surrounded by my sorrow.
Carrying my burdens.
Into another end.
Filled with dead bends.
Beginning with tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do I see depression rearing its ugly head? Lovely. Well articulated. Thanks for sharing.p