It rehabilitates,
It quites the ache,
It covers my insecurity,
It shows conformity.
Concealed locked away,
But somehow eating away,
Creating a wound hard to heal,
Flesh and blood you steal.
A smile, a chuckle, a laughter,
A happily ever after,
Too much of a dream it may seem.
Surrounded by a chill,
No warmth in sight,
Loneliness not a fright,
This won't kill.
Hanging from a rope slowly tightening,
But still not believing,
Feet slowly slipping off the ground,
No air in sight, none to be found.
The inevitable, the incredible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem