I haven't seen light for many years
I'm in a constant state of delusion
The dark cloud rarely leaves my side
My life is full of torment and confusion
I have no drive no desire to survive
Every moment is a desperate situation
I feel lost and controlled left out in the cold
I seek violence and self-mutilation
It's always there lying in wait
Revelling in pain and torture
I'm a prisoner in hell with no escape
A wayward lamb to the slaughter
I'm curled up in a ball before I fall
My head is about to implode
As the devil inside takes me for a ride
I'm doomed as we hit the road
I'm angry and hateful filthy disgraceful
I've been ravaged like a murdered fox
I'm possessed with no hope I can't function or cope
I lie cold in my wooden box
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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