My head is swimming.
Dipping and diving in and out of the darkness and I keep myself in.
Some days are better than others but loneliness is a sin I have kept
and deep down inside i am weeping
drowning in
My own mess of scared childish thoughts
becoming invisible because I want to be
falling deeper but of course not feeling free.
This negativity that engulfs me
cleanse my soul and flutter by
this butterfly
slowly loosing color and what saves me are the words I utter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem