I have a disease I admit it
don't know if it has a name.
Somedays it's here thn it's gone
as quickly as it came.
Somedays I don't know what to do
to make sense through this disease filled dark.
The cold bleak loneliness
breaks my mind apart.
It's a self loathing alone and emptiness
no one on earth should know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem