I Am Going Crazy Poem by Liza Sud

I am going crazy. I'm afraid of night.
I'm pale as the moon. I am very sick.
I have no more force. I just want to live.
Dead orange. And soon I'll go to the night.

Do not call me. I - don't hear anymore.
In the broad daylight give crumbs to the birds.
A disease in me swaddles a cocoon.
Bright beam on the bottom. Can't see from the room.

here I'm not alone. Many of the victims.
here is a lot to see. Life, Death in a mixture.
Doctor's silent, looks. Mystery is closed.
Death makes face to me. And the soul is broken.


Translation from L.S.