Is it still real?
Or maybe it's never been
Is it really how they feel
When will i know...where...if when...
I dream...
And it tells me it's fake
But they tell me what"s there
Who's word am I to take? ...
Drive in my head a stake
I wish to not be here
Wishing any time I'll wake
To a place which lies nowhere near.
A place that's also not
A place where it's me
A place where I have no more thoughts
A place where I am, and where I'll no longer be.
by M.J.C
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem