I feel so down;
This low has reached new depths.
I wish I could control how I was feeling;
I need to give my life a new meaning.
It’s hard to tell; perhaps impossible to explain,
They will never understand the things I have seen.
I don’t want to tell the stories or re-live the pain.
It’s easier to agree and say things aren’t that bad:
When every sinew of my body is ceasing;
Every thought in my mind is screaming
I don’t need a doctor to tell me I’m depressed.
I don’t want their drugs;
I want to clear out this mess inside my head
I rummage around trying so hard to find myself
With each passing day I sink further in
The light is fading
How long will it be until it is gone
He put out my light
Life was cold and dark
I didn’t believe life would go on; it did.
Now everything is heavy;
Oh, why do I fight each day to live?
(22/9/06)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem