Sharp tears flow down my face
Eye-to-eye I stand with death
Disfigured by his gruesome breath
My life a puppet to depression
Trying to escape the over shadow of pain
Suffocated by confusion
A victim to my own thoughts
Shiny metal into my skin
Bleed away the pain within
Show me a cliff
And I’ll try to fly
I’m tired of fighting
The invincible
So depression I say to you this
You win
But before I die
One can only ask why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good poem it was interesting to read