Originally Posted by
ioannis2
My mind is ill
because my heart is wounded
my soul is deep,
my soul cannot afford this harm
my eyes are looking around to forget
but my heart is in deep depression,
fortunately my soul keeps this depression in the depth of my thoughts
but a cloud always arises in the surface
as there in is an eternal dust brought when I was born
and became a monster in the path of time,
then I fight
an unequal fight with my positive self
which I gained in my harmful environment
as there is somewhere inside me a hope,
to survive in life
even if the possibilities steadily decline
(me)