Why me? Why always me?
Not myself, anyone but myself.
Living in a fantasy to bury the reality,
Making myself the mystery,
A strong facade disguising the misery.
Questions clutter my mind.
And then to want and not to have—to want and want—how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have the power to come out of it, try to remain in positive frame of mind to overcome depression, Great write.5 Stars