My Last Thought,
My First Thought,
The Darkness Invades,
My Smile is a mask.
My Outer Wall,
Is my smile.
But inside im dying.
Will these thoughts ever leave?
These thoughts which have invaded my every waking thought.
These thought which invade my every dream or nightmare.
I have no idea how to stop them.
For a year now they have.
For a year ive wanted to die.
Help me someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem