It’s raining and you’re tainting
your thoughts with shots
of depression and regression
Feeling so alone, hoping not to be renown
You stare at the wall, looking down the hall
something gives you the chills
you can feel the cold steel
as if you’re glued and are it’s food.
The cold steel stares you down with a frown,
and in your feelings, you drown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem