My hectic highs
my psycotic lows
all the things that
no one knows
I can be hyper
I can be wierd
I can be sad
I can be feared
what I do
where no one goes
all the things that
no one knows
what I dream about
is nothing but sick
its in my music
and played with a pic
I dream of death
everyday
and they wont leave
they wont go away
these wierd voices
it really shows
all the things that
no one knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem