I'm sick of these feelings of emotional distress
they could all end with the slit of a wrist
tired and craving self acceptance
there is no god
there is no heaven
there is no entrance to another world less tough and jaded
I'm stuck in my mind its locked and gated
I have no room for peace
I have no room for love
I only have room for death with no life up above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem