Here i am,
once again,
feeling lost and alone.
Walking by hundreds of people everyday,
not one of them knows my pain,
a pain so hurtful,
a pain that no one but me can claim.
Full of my depression and hate,
a few of them ask how i am,
i lie, saying im great.
Everyone physically sees me,
but no one intentionally wants a glimpse this thing,
Who wants to see a depressing smile?
Who wants to deal with a cut up portrait?
Does anyone care about me?
Night comes as i suspected,
when i get home, i get a text from a number,
reassured im not alone in this god forsaken world,
i fall asleep with,
my one true love,
my only true friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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