This war with myself never ends. It just gets worse. There is always pain. Always suffering. It doesn`t get better. The pain never ends, never fades, just drifts into the background. To imagine a time where I won`t feel this pain is impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its what I feel every day.Im still struggling.Maybe oneday I will win.NICE WORDS.