Darkness seems to consume me,
with it's arms wide open,
I welcome it and begin to
fight off the pain from what people
have caused me.
I no longer care, or see that
I have become a lifeless person
because the coldness and bitterness
are one now. Why should it
matter what I care about?
I mean I'm only human with
my needs and wants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem