Most of the day, nearly everyday i am sad,
Thinking of the cascade events that went so bad,
The stuff i use to like no longer seem fun,
My life feels hopeless, i think i am done,
Reduced appetite and insomnia, losing weight each day,
My movements are slowing down, tired in every way,
I feel worthless and depressed, i truly hate my life,
Each day i wake up with thoughts of ending it with a knife,
Two weeks have passed and yet i am still like this,
Missing my lover and her magical kiss,
I can't socialize or work, i can't concentrate at all,
My mind and heart is broken and about to fall,
75 mg Imipramine/ clormipramide or amitriptyline works for awhile,
Temporary brainwashing drugs to meke me smile,
But the wound still remains for anestesia does not heal,
And forever remains this dreadful feeling that i feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi, Daya..I hope this is just a poem from your...not you as a real character of it...Just worried.