eating me up it make it's way,
slowly but surely corrupting my brain
'your being dramatic' they consistently say
but i can't make it go away.
i have to live with it day by day
'it gets better' yes that's what they say
and yet, these miserable feelings of constant dismay never seem to fadeaway.
a plan for death is underway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem