Cry not for the living.
Cry not for the breathing.
Standing at the tomb of my grave.
Feeling myself.
I am being brave.
Problematic Suicidal Erratic.
Madness Insane Psycho Static
I cannot be saved.
I am torn by the thorns who is torn by the corn.
I am scorned by hate and darkness reborn.
Angels and demons are raping my skin.
I am devoured by creatures I won't let in.
Cry not for the living.
Cry not for the breathing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem