I'm being battered and bullied,
By my own head,
Torturous thoughts,
Fill me with dread,
It's a sadness,
I can't seem to shift,
Along with my spirits,
I just can't lift,
This suffocating panic,
Catches me quick,
Stops me in my tracks,
Makes me feel sick,
How can this really,
Be happening to me?
Gone is my chance,
To be real happy,
Do I wait?
Or do I walk away?
What if,
I never get the chance to say?
How much I'm hurting,
How much you've made me suffer,
How deeply I wish,
I was still your lover,
I dunno how I'm functioning,
I dunno how to do this thing called life,
But I do know this pain is real,
Like being stabbed in the heart by a knife.
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