As I sit here and wonder
Everything about me gets blunter
Life around me is fading away
It gets worse from day to day.
I'm so depressed I think I'll die
I'm probably being a pest
But I don't understand why.
These problems can't be solved
I feel I'm getting weaker
There is nobody involved
My soul is my keeper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I'm so depressed I think I'll die I'm probably being a pest But I don't understand why.' Lovely- touches inside.10+++