This depression
From my secret obsession
Because my mind is always
Hooked on you.
Dragging me down
Into the ground
But I can't get over you
No, no I can't
I make cuts
With broken glass
Not on my wrists like others
Because I don't want them seen
Blood stains all my clothes
Thats why I wear only black now
Less to worry about
As I pass out
The blackness always
Ends up surrounding me
When the redness
Is around me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem