How can I survive another day?
Why can't God take my pain away?
The answers to these questions, I do not know.
For I am allowing my pain to visibly show.
How can I survive the lack of love?
Why can't I read the stars above?
I never considered my life, a real life.
I just remember the times with the knife.
Depression follows me wherever I go.
Nobody knows it, because it doesn't show.
But how can I survive all this pain?
For, it's making me go insane.
I guess the question is, how to cope.
How can I believe that I have hope?
Can I teach my heart to say 'fight'?
I guess I can, because it is my right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was really good I liked it. Good write. Lylyanna