The thoughts inside my head are dark,
it's the black dog and his bark.
From this torture; I can no longer be free,
For you see my death is all that can save me.
As I draw another breath,
I long for it to bring me death.
In darkness I live each day,
My grip on life has begun to fray.
This beast inside me has won the fight,
this grip; I can no more, hold on so tight.
This Black Dog has torn me apart,
time has now lapsed, and this evil I cannot outsmart.
By Amanda Reid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope its a consolation, Amanda, that you share those thoughts with others.