The compulsion is killing me
My spirit is dying.
I look you in the eyes,
Red,
Dry,
and agitated.
How mush longer?
How mush more do I have to go trough?
I cannot endure, the pain anymore
I’m wick,
Defenseless.
But you sill looked at me as if I was you?
Why!
Why!
Why!
Tears are broken, my soul is dying.
The breath that I take may be the last one.
“Your not me”
It whispers.
“Your not me”
Shut up,
Shut up,
SHUT UP!
“Look at yourself; you’re not even powerful enough to control yourself.”
I said SHUT UP!
It laughs
Laughs
Laughs
Laughs
And laughs
I close my eyes.
Dark
Peaceful
DEATH!
Open my eyes again
But I’m still there
My reflection
My own Death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ur inner thoughts are so evil at times and can show u things u dont want to see at times