My very first. Bear with me, it's not that good
lives are like anchors
mine is disconnected, floating away
someone pulled the plug on it
my life is going down a swirling pool of darkness
no one will pull me out
some people would say they'd like to help
but no one could keep the commitment
no one could keep up with my swirling pool
they just didn't understand me
they've never felt this way
they don't have the scars on the wrists and the mind
they could never understand
there are people dying in front of me
my friends, my loved ones
try to understand, i love you and don't want to let you go
but i have to now....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem