Heart overflows with desolation,
Imprisoned, my thoughts are iron bars.
Striving with the might of a thousand lions,
Nevertheless, moribund.
Tainted and Tortured from an existence lamented,
Retaining unwanted, Torn and fragmented.
Depression's jagged claws strangling my soul,
Dragging me under, hellfire searing my lungs.
Prithee, escape an exigency
Succour me, Assist I plea.
Abstaining from departing life, but what choice do I have?
When it's too hard to live because of my past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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