Depressed for a long time, longer than I've ever been depressed before.
Just wishing I knew what to say to them, wishing I wouldn't be a lonely bore.
And still waiting and hoping that I'l figure things out soon.
Someday I might emerged from my self-sabatoging cacoon
Only to live, love, laugh and cry again.
Only to fail, succed, and eventually win.
People looking down on me, because I am confused.
And my anger sets in, and my heart is bruised.
I cannot go on like this, but I don't want to die.
I just wish I knew how to live like I used to do, I won't lie.
I am still depressed. But wish that I weren't any more.
I'm missing those that I love, but hate me now.
If only I could love them, somehow.
Snap out of it, people say the darndest things you know?
If it were that easy I'd have done that long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem