Nausea,
Vertigo,
Pain,
And suffering.
This is my life,
I am sick of it all.
Why go on,
When it is not worth feeling?
No, not at all.
But the alternative is worthless,
Not a solution at all,
Just a means to an end of this mess.
I just want to feel good
And not pain or sickness,
Worry or fear,
Just normalcy for once….
For the first time in years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem