I'm a turning form the living,
and im racing to the dead....
don't worry,
why is it you always worry and notice something is wrong,
when it is too late? ? ?
i am so down, i was up but thingsa just seem to change...
i don't want to be here....
i want to die...
but you'd never know cause' I hide it
what's the point in showing my depression? ? ?
the only thing that will lead to is more drugs,
being pumped into my stomach....
like anti depressants can take the pain away...well it doesn't...
I was always the bright one in the family....
little Kaila, was the best out of all 3 children...
she 'was' bubbly'
she 'once' loved life.....
she 'supposedly' had everything going for her.....
You'd never think little Kaila.. would try something so bold? ?
All you saw was the smile she used to cover up her pain....
and the lies she used to tell about how she really did feel? ? ?
hell really existed in her eyes! !
but still...since no-one thought she was the kind of child to be down and out....
they went on with their lives...
and so did she....
until she could take no more...
and only then did they realise...
as they found her hanging....
no emotion on her face...
and nothing ot see but the cuts she used to help ease the pain...
did they realise...
this girls actually had issues! !
and it was once yet...
another plea and cry ignored.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem