Hollow screams echo hatred into the darkness.
Decay covers the blood in my guilt-filled eyes,
and I've taken every good thing in your life so
Misery can take your soul for a devastating ride.
Piercing knives engulf the rotting undead,
faded photographs flash back time.
Empty smiles and promises shatter your world;
Hi, my name is depression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This clearly expresses what you need to say. The only (small) comment I would make would be that it is generally better not to use the last line as a title, as you lose a lot of the impact that this short line gives at the end.