Deep in my thoughts. Lost track of where I'm at.
Down in the dumps and I can't keep track of the places I've been.
Lost in the times where everyone laughed.
Missing the days when the sun shined bright.
The main thing I know is that I don't wanna lose everything.
I've lost my way and I can't seem to find myself.
The only thing I can see is my own blood.
Death is my only option.
I allow death to settle, and bring me peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem