Never will I forget the first time a razor hit my wrist
Never will I forget the blood that shed
Never will I forget how my problems became this huge list
Never will I forget the puddles of red
Never will I forget what I've done
Never will I forget the shame I've had
Never will I forget the clouds in my heart that covered the sun
Never will I forget why I was so sad
but I'll also never forget the day I brushed off the dirt
I will never forget falling down
But I can't forget how I got up
Time after time I fell
But now I'll never forget how each day gets better
and with each day I get stronger
Never forgetting where I am now
Knowing what I can't forget is no longer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't anymore, but I went through deep depression, and I've been healing so much, and the twist in the end of this poem is that even though where I've been is ugly and I can never forget that, I can never forget that where I am today is a lot better