My fists connects
with the wall
and i scream at the sky.
My head spins
with conversations replaying over and over again
and i turn up the music.
Every word said,
every look given
is swirling around,
constantly occupying my thoughts,
driving me closer to the edge,
pulling me farther into insanity.
I want it over,
I want you dead,
I want me free,
I need the insanity to stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
getting more interested in your poems..looking forward to read more of those..=)