Depression is like.....
Getting a stab to the heart. With no one there to save you. Like a man screaming for his life begging for pity from the worst threat. It seems like an illusion of death like a bad dream that you never wake up from. Or like a woman steeling your heart and toying with you to see how far you’ll go to get it back. To me depression is a meadow of lost souls that will be trapped in the darkest pits of hell for all eternity.
Depression = sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good acclimaiton of the emotion, however remember behind every dark cloud lies the brightness of yet another tomorrow.... Bonie Collins