A victim if cutting
With all doors shutting
Stuck in a time of fear
Never showing a single tear
Your shaking cold
You dont feal bold
Its not the end
Colors all seam to blend
Leaving you with a cold black
Your thoughts all heaped in a stack
Time may seam long
You feel you dont belong
When you speak out
You feel like a lone trout
Though you are not alone
cause we are each a worlds clone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem