When you live each day hoping that your depression will end and all the pain will go away, you don't want there to be a tomorrow. You just want to sleep, to escape to a place where you can feel accepted and find the peace you always longed for. When you can no longer cry because you feel dead to the world and when you would rather be miserable than happy because you know that once the moment has passed the pain will just come rushing back.....goals begin to seem impossible and all that matters is peace.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem