I thought I was happy
Content with my own life
But I'm obviously not
If I was would I be doing this to myself?
Or anyone else?
I don't think so.
My life is plummeting
Into the deepest depths of the earth
Because there's nothing good
To keep is aloft anymore
On the outside I guess I seem okay
Once you get past the scars and bruises
On the outside I laugh
I smile
I have fun
And I'm actually happy
But if you go deeper and further
You'll see what's underneath
Underneath is a girl who has nothing
No real family
No purpose and goals
Not anymore at least that's all gone
It's been taken away from me
And I will never, get it back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem