The Unfortunate - Poem by Fangs Amie
I am at the point of breaking down.
The whole worlds going to end.
My grave has been made so deep.
So my spirits get trapped.
I am searching for answers to my unexplained life.
But all i am getting is the word depression.
Of an untold lie.
As i sit awake every night with tears down my cheeks.
I wonder why i am sitting there with tears.
Even my arms are crying.
Crying with red spills.
As i take an overdose of pills.
Whats the worse that i could say.
As my breath's fading away.
I cry for sleep.
As i get forced to eat.
My life is basically at melt down.
And i cant get Away.
Trust me i am not okay.
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