I have a sickness inside me
it creeps up on me sometimes late at night,
or when im all by myself
It engulfs me and won't let me go
I tried, I tell you
to just catch the smoky cloud of happiness
to reject that crazy loneliness and sadness that has no reason
I have this sickness inside me
that makes me want to hurt myself
that creates the voice that tells me:
you're not good enough,
you'll always be alone
no one would miss you
no one would care...
So I think about it
Everyone would be better off,
one less being to see to...
who cares...after all....
I'm telling you I have this sickness
I'm telling you because I can't say it out loud to those who matter most...
So...I have depression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
afflicted clearly expresses depression.........