Dark time
Seemingly trapped
Couldn't snap out of it
Or perhaps unwilling to try
Wouldn't accept help
Yet demanded all's help
Lying there wanting to cry
Barely ate
Mind just reeled
Life was on replay
A blur
Endless worrying
Frustration and screaming
And really for no logical reasoning
But some chemicals in my brain out of whack
Came home
Flung myself on the bed
Wouldn't get up
Felt pretty dead
Refused to play wii
Or to watch TV
No games or movies
Would rather fall asleep
Escape this nonsense
Escape this hell
But upon awakening all's still not well
Months or maybe a week had passed
Disoriented, frenzied, but sluggish
But after that, I reflect
And now, I'm better than well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem