My life always gets better then,
slowly just falls apart.
I don't know what to do when,
all this insanity begins to start.
My mind rapidly flashes horrors,
pills are the only way out of this.
The thoughts in my mind pour,
while the blood slowly drips.
The pain seems to slip away,
as do the thoughts left in my head.
There's nothin left for me to say,
my soul hanging on by a thread.
I no longer feel my body or mindm
feeling like the end is near.
Looking back on the nothing I left behind,
knowing I can no longer be here.
My soul still feeling unbearable pain,
I take one last look in the mirror.
As I realize I'll be dying in vain,
Only the devil can be my savior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem