I never thought I would become the one
to fall into that deep black hole.
No life,
no forgiveness,
only pain.
Only sent here to be on this Earth to fall into that deep black hole.
There's no light,
there's no eternal Heaven.
Life was hopeless.
I thought there was nothing left of it,
dying was the only option.
The only time I felt at peace,
was when I was holding that sharp,
shining,
cold as the frigid winter air,
knife.
Right at my neck.
I felt like I had control over everything.
I had control over life or death.
I had the decision.
Not you,
not you,
and not even you.
Me.
I never thought I would be the one to claw away at my body.
Until the red, red blood trickled down my side.
I was sick.
I was twisted.
I was demented.
I never thought I would be the one to fall into that deep black hole.
The one that they call,
Depression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem