I can't.
I just can't.
That's what I think when someone asks,
What's wrong.
If I say so, they say I can,
Just need to change my mindset,
But you see,
I am unable to, I wish I could,
But I cannot make myself.
I can't eat,
I can't sleep,
I feel sick,
If I try to make myself.
And sometimes I wonder,
If I could just go away for a while,
Don't know if anyone,
Would even notice I'm gone,
If I could go away for a while,
Or maybe just forever.
-r.s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem