Depression isn't something I like to talk about.
It always makes me feel small.
Depression can control me, for that I must be weak.
Surely I am no weaker than you?
Are you not affected by the soul-crushing darkness I have found?
You must be heartless.
If you don't feel it then, are you blind? Deaf? Free? Dead?
then that is how we differ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem