My mind's itching and crawling,
All my sanity lost and forgotten,
I have the pistol aimed at myself and…
This game of life is cruel anyways
It's probably best that I flip the page
Becoming the scribe of my new way
Dedicated in a lost chapter,
One never to be forgotten,
Afterlife of a man lying six beneath in his coffin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So deep poetry... Deserves 10 ++++.... Keep courage.... You may like to read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila
I will definitely read yours. Thank you very much for the support!