depreission is an cruel and awful thing
it makes you feel as if your in a blacked out bin
cant go up and cant go down
head all over feels likee its going round and round
some times i laught most times i cry
sometimes you just wanna die
but life goes on and so do i
even when i just need to try
i wont let this beat my soul
i totally know il get out this blacked out hole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I completely agree. Purely dictated content..