Depression has me again in his arms
It caught me with wide open mind
And took over me again.
Clouded my mind with suicide
Self-harm, pain, blood again
I'm losing control,
I'm slave
To every blade
I'm disconncted,
Living my own shame,
I'm sorry that i'm depressed again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunningly accurate description, well said. 'His arms...' eh? S x