I'm depressed, sick of life
sick of people, sick of them
sick of college, sick of my past
sick of this world and i'm sick of
feeling physically sick too much
when they come into my head
It's amazing how you think people are like you
its amazing the way you can't say the small word 'no'
to anyone
its scary the way the person that you thought was a doll
became plastic
its weird the way you get told one thing but another happens
When you think everything is going to be ok,
thats when it breaks
when you think you can laugh, that's when we cant hear you
when you feel like your getting stronger,
that is when you fall, that's when you break
when you think that everyone will get over it,
that's when your heart beat stops
but then you relize that this isnt your world, this is reality,
its life and and this is happening
you relise that the bad guys you see in movies exist
this isn't a fairytale with a happy ending, this is life, a mystery
this isn't right, it's unfair, sad, scary so
many words but can't find one word that's bigger than nightmare,
its not a dream, this is life, this is happening, its real
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