Life is going fast,
I want to live in the past
So hard I try,
But I think that I may cry
Depression is creeping up on me,
I try to stay awake but I’m sleepy
I feel as though sleep is my only escape
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
I’m living on the edge
Hanging onto the ledge
I don’t’ want to but I’m becoming depressed
I’m trying to fight it
But I think I’m losing it
I’m in a dark cave and a black cloud followed me in
I need to find the light before el fin
Tears appear in my eyes for no reason,
I’m staring at the wall and my blood is freezing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem