Dominos fall down in a row
From the left to the right they will go
Pushing more down along the way
Like a fuse of memory I can it feel start to fade
Memories crushed by self neglect
I've given up on life
No hope for living to be happy
Only glee that I finaly get to die
I starve myself I starve my mind
Of food for health I need no more
Because hope is lost for our lifes
To be anything like they were before
The first of 16 this poem I write
To tell a story writen within the night
Of push and pull from mental fight
The suicidal thoughts that go through my mind
The final chapter, my greatest work
To show you all I was just a loss
The final conclusion to the tale
Is the empty bitterness of this coin toss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem