I constantly fight a battle with my dark side my pain it is my demon that i am always fighting never winning it just keeps taunting me laughing at me it keeps beating me down it knows i am weaking tireing i have no strength left to fight i fall to my knees defeated my dark side stands triumphant over me victorious for i am too weak to fight i can go on no more my dark side has won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem