Wasting away in a whirlwind of turmoil, falling away from life and being captured by a deepening depression that no one knows about.
Caring has flown out the window, no iota of mercy for self.
Wanting only to isolate and go way inside, away from everyone so I can adjust to this cell of life for the moments I'll be caught up in it.
Nothing wants inside me, I am dead to everything and walking into an abyss of misery too black to understand.
Only way to try is writing my way out of it and hoping to see the light soon before I cave in to it's damming desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem