My hopes
My dreams
My dumb
Self esteem
I have broken every last one
Scattered them under the sun
Somehow I built up a wall
And barricaded myself in this hall
Though fumes get through these little cracks
And Poison me imprressivlely
Trapping me incessantly
I am locked in my own making
Tortured, i am barely breathing
Now there is but one way out
Death's own carriage takes the only route
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem