Bottomless black pit,
sucking me in.
Point of no return,
just another lost soul.
Physical wounds go deep,
mental ones go deeper.
The one person who can help you heal,
dosen't give a damn how you feel.
You try hard to make them happy,
but they just think your sappy.
But you know your heart is dead and cold,
it's now black as death instead of gold.
And as you try your hardest to see the light
all you see is death, black as night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem