I stand on the brink
Staring down into the black
I hated all those shrinks
Now I'm standing at the edge of this crack
There are no chains to stop my fall
Why don't you all
Just watch and stare
Like it's just a show
I let go
And in the dark I flow
But instead of it being a show
I'm actually really dead
And all you people still stand and stare ahead....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For thelast few poems that i read you sound really mad. That doesn't mean that the poems are bad. It just means that the poems have had an overall mad feeling.