Living a normal life,
Something I would like to do,
Something I wish would come to me.
I miss smiling and laughing,
I miss the happy thoughts and feelings,
I miss the optimism and joy.
Living with depression,
Spiraling constantly downward,
Living with pain and hurt,
Crying the nights away,
And putting on a fake face,
To cope with the coming day.
Trying to be happy,
Trying to change my ways,
Constantly ignoring the pulsing,
Throbbing,
Aching feeling,
Of wanting to put a blade to my skin.
Wanting to replace the pain,
With something more easily dealt with,
Something to help hide the hurting,
Breaking soul that resides in my shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem