Slowly going insane
No one to talk to
Bottling up my feelings
Slowly turning to stone
No fluid left in my eyes
Nothing left to feel
Except loneliness
And a yearning inside
Wanting companionship
Don’t know how to get it
Many responsibilities on my head
Which need to be fulfilled
Body deteriorating rapidly
Barely surviving life
Just around for loved ones
Otherwise I would disappear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem