I found out what im feeling.
A depression thats not healing.
An intention of stealing reality.
And replace it with dreams of no meaning.
Why cant i repare myself?
Why cant anybody understand?
Im not ok!
Im not fine!
Im not happy...
not sad...
Im depressed!
I feel stress!
From everyone around me pushing me all the way.
And still i hadnt met my limits yet...
Until today.
But i got a feeling that this is just the beginning not the end.
A dream is a demon of my reality...
Not A Friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem