I walk alone; stand by myself,
Shut my mouth and scream for help,
I feel so lost, but what can I do?
Someone stole my memory, but I’ve forgotten who,
I don’t understand what I’m doing; I can’t comprehend what I feel,
I can’t separate the blur between my world and what’s real,
I know that I’m dieing, torn and broken inside,
So till this is over Ill set my heart aside,
Ill pretend to keep breathing inside my pretend self,
Walk away from ridicule; try to maintain my mental health,
Ignore the daggers through my soul and the razors in my skin,
Try to act mainstream and keep my conscience locked within,
Ill act like I’m normal and try to forget,
But I cant see how I can manage to do that yet,
I try to stop myself but reality tears through,
I would try harder but the end of me is due,
I’m wandering aimlessly inside my own head,
Tell me, would you cry if I was dead?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem