I wish I had amnesia. I wish I could forget.
Everyday I like myself a little less and less.
I wish I weren’t so, so shy. I wish that I could scream.
I wish I weren’t so caged in. I wish I could be free.
I wish that I could turn my back, and know that someone’s there.
I wish that I could know for sure that someone truly cares.
How can I not like myself, when once I felt such hope?
When in life did this take place? And where’d I finally choke?
I’m not the girl I used to be. I’ve heard it many times.
I can not be the girl I was. And trust me, yes I’ve tried.
I’m stuck in place. I can not move. I want to though so bad.
Just like that I’ve gone from glad, to always being sad.
Depression is to tame a word. I feel like I am dead.
I wish that I could rid the thoughts that sit inside my head.
Everyone I ever knew, is everyone who left.
every night I fall asleep, I pray for my own death.
Tossing, turning, in my bed. I do not wish to sleep.
Everything I want in life will taunt me in my dreams.
Living life alone is hard. And trust me, I would know.
I feel it deep inside myself. My heart is growing cold.
Giving up may mean I quit. But now I just don’t care.
I’d gladly throw the towel in, and not cry one more tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully yet painfully written.....that's what I like to see and feel in a poem....the power that emotion delivers onto paper and how the piece affects you...keep penning.....excellent 10++