Blankly I stare out the window,
Watching the rain drops fall,
Listening to the wind whistle,
As the thunder booms,
The lightning flashes,
As scared as I should be I am not.
Depression heals the fear of death and pain and scare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, agree...this is the common feeling when we depressed, and you tell it all in a very good way, loved it_Soul