my mother said I had depression and I didn’t want to believe
in my mind she was lying and deceiving
she wanted me to get help with someone
that was so not my definition of fun
I told her that she did not need to worry
she made me cry when she said she missed me and wanted me back it was all in hurry
I tried to pay attention but I couldn’t help but cry
she said I wasn’t me that I seemed like I had died
I have thought of giving my life once or twice
but I am not stupid I am wise
it is not worth killing myself
when their can be hope and their is help
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem