Adults don't get it
What goes through a teenagers head
Every morning when we wake up
Or at night when we go to bed
We cry ourselves to sleep
We cry ourselves awake
And when we get depressed
Our body starts to quake
But adults just don't get it
What goes through a teenagers head
When in the morning we are happy
And at night wish we were dead
We cut our wrists for help
And adults just don't get why
We do it for the distraction
Instead of feeling pain to cry
Why don't they understand
We can take care of our own
Self even though
We aren't fully grown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah so so true my dear