Does anybody care?
Is anybody listening
when I scream at the top
of my stupid lungs?
I am crying,
I am dying.
I am no longer trying.
Every day I am lying.
What is the point of life?
Why am I here?
All I do is hurt the people
who love me the most.
There must be something wrong with me.
Does anybody see?
If you were an infant and couldn't write this poem but could only express it in cries you would hold yourself. You would soothe yourself. You wouldn't judge you would only love. Please do the same for yourself now.
I think we all have felt this way at some point, some time life is unbearable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emotions...Emotions...emotions. Well put forward.