S.O.S. (Serenade Of Sorrow) Poem by Balint Nagy

Day after day
demons surrounding me.
Tearing me apart from everything
I'm trying to be.

The coldness
of the rain,
has painted
my world in grey.

This existence
is rot in hell,
I wish somebody could
save me from myself.


In this painful life
I've only hurt,
I feel like I should
leave behind this universe.

I'm so scared that,
I'll might lose control, -
cause no one can see
what's going on-
behind closed doors.
And you'd only find-
my blood on the floor.


So would you be around
to pick me up off the ground?
Or would you just watch me fall,
Leave behind it all?