The crazy kitchen of depression is totally unkept.
It reminds me of a kind of depression with no end;
_ A depression that needs help.
An explosion may occur soon, somehow, somewhere.
Maybe, the beautiful usual fridge will soon die trembling off.
I don't know whether a hoarder like me is happy or sad.
My only hope is God will soon send help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hoarder like me is happy or sad, I don't know. My only hope is God will send help. /// beautiful expression
Thanks Mahtab, hoarders can be happy that moment.