I'm drunkin wasted as hell,
Don't know where the hell I am but I'll go on by myself,
There's always a bottle on the shelf beside my bed,
All I keep hearing are the voices in my head,
Saying carry on cause I'm already dead,
Don't tell me I need praying, I don't understand what Jesus has been saying,
I pray for this and I pray for that and all I got where lies,
I wish for that and I wish for this and sometimes suicide,
There's a gun in my mouth and I don't blame the Devil,
All I keep hearing are the voices in my head saying I'm already dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats touching. it sometimes feels like theres nothing good around. but have faith everything will be good.