Its always there.
I act like i don't care.
But in reality i do.
But you don't care do you?
I wish it would just go away, even if it was for just one day.
It stays with me.
It makes me unable to see, to move, or even to breath.
You don't know how much i wish it would leave.
But the wishing doesn't work, it still stays with me making me weaker everyday.
I've had it so long i can no longer count the days.
It's driven me completely insane, how i'd do anything to escape this pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem