I feel so cold.
So empty.
There's nothing more left of me.
Goosebumps wave through
And shock.
Isolated and burried.
No reason to move.
No reason to hurry.
Lock myself up and cry
For many reasons to try.
Choke on the air.
Lack what's not there.
Put on fake smiles
Just for a little while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem