Simple forms of psychosis swallows me whole,
Nothing I can do before it takes my soul.
Gripping the edge as I sink in deep,
My sense of reality has been slaughtered like sheep.
The moment I realized that I’ve lost all I’d cherish,
The sanity I was possessed has long since perished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem :) .......