I sit in my womb-like chamber,
Voices roaming in and out of my head.
Screams pounding loudly, making my mind ache,
Believing in myself was the hardest thing I’ve had to do.
But I had to
I had to break out of this deathly trance,
I had to destroy the demons in my head
Corrupting, decaying, weakening my mind,
Only one way to do it,
Opening my eyes I see right into the depths of sorrow,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem