i see a reduction in physiological vigor and activity in my life
god i'm wondering why i'm curse
why bother making friends or talking to girls
i got no future like a suicide bomber
everything i loved just disperse
mom told me to get over it
i'm having dysfunctional interpersonal relationships
sometimes in life i just want to quit
i have melancholic moods like a person with Dysthymia
that's something that took time to admit
abnormal euphoria got me going insane
i don't know how i maintain
pervading feeling of worthlessness inside my brain
don't make me into a zombie like those people on antidepressants
i stare at the flag of the crescent
heaven seems hard to belief
death seems so better then this grief
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The only way to escape from depression is to fight the depression itself. Nice piece.