Told you I'm complicated.
My identity is undefined.
I have no courage left,
The tone of the inside voices is unbearable.
My happiness is sacrificed,
Now my priority is darkness.
I'm uncomfortable in my own mind,
My vacation to fantasy has darken,
My joy has dissipated.
I'M AN EMPTY TIN FOLLOWED BY DARKNESS AND LOUD VOICES DIGGING FOR MORE VOID.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem