depression is a deep, black hole of inspirationless motivation.
It can smother the breath of any soul,
and push away the most loving allies.
All the regrets.
All the words unsaid.
All the things I wish I would have done different.
But now your gone and it hurts to know that I cant change one thing.
My mind is strong, but my heart is weak.
Some happiness and answers are all I seek.
I think all the time, but have no words to say.
And if anyone asks, yes, I'm okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem