paranoia's breaking the rules inside my head
i creep. i crawl, i try to see, but everything in me just fall out
the streets are talking to me, the cars, these words i type. i got nowhere to hide. all eyes are on me, stressing me, distressing me, where i came from? my hands, cant see them crawling back to what life in me was,
i seeks heavens reasoning out,
those lights i hold onto are gone when i needed to hold on to
i didn't write for these life, all life was dismantling a part of you i can try to hide, to never find them again
and everything makes sense into me
but can we put it in a most specify dream?
that's just the hope
but you broke it, so i am gone in you, you too,
i never talk about it
but you can see why everything is all so wrong to me?
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