Depression is,
the thief in the night that steals away your loved ones.
It's the sickness that eats at your insides and devours
your happiness, your childhood, your faith.
It's the beast that
rapes you of your confidence,
The eyes that make you look weak and vulnerable.
It can only kill so much of you,
before it takes your whole self and smashes it,
like glass against a rock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem