morning is so sweet yet sad
you wake up tired and sad
you see others around so happy and undrab
you smile and act like your not mad
you run around doing pointless tasks
feeling tired and mournful
yet this is just the start the morning of the day
you continue on with little hope
you continue until you feel you cannot
then when your about to quit you finish
you go home and lay in bed
thinking about death
it is evening you must get up
you continue on until it is dark
you get in your bed and you cry wishing you could just die
yet you cant and you wont
the pain you feel is greater then any physical
makes you weep and wish you were never alive
but do not give up hope remain strong
keep a smile on your face
even though inside you want to die
and maybe just maybe a day will come
where you can feel like the others all happy and plum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem