The temptation of suicide is becoming of ones-self.
In a world of torture and frustration.
The inner demons subside from my own true hell.
Everyone has foresaken the feelings of a tormented being.
The reflection from the mirror has come to destroy the ignorant one.
Trapped in a everlasting earthquake of humanity.
As I walk down the path of tragedy and deception.
Winding down to nothing but the hate burning me up inside.
Corrupted thoughts running through my head.
A single sign of weakness causes the breakdown.
The disease forces you to believe you are right.
The truth is they all just want you to disapear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching....whatever be the reason behind writing this poem. good luck Sir, sathya narayana