There's a hidden place I keep unseen
A place that holds the pieces of my shattered dreams
The sorrow it holds has no end in sight
Struggling to make it through one more night
The warmth once felt has turned cold
This place is called my soul
Tired of living a life of heartache and despair
Why is so hard for anyone to care?
Feelings of loneliness; no one hears my cries
The pain I keep buried deep inside
Maybe my life should have never been?
Maybe it's time for this life to end?
I wish someone could just see
I'm not okay with being me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moving on with positive approach and hope will definitely help in overcoming despair. Such patches do occupy every one's life at some or the other time. They are temporary and get replaced by a joyful period. Thanks for sharing.