They do not really understand,
how hard it is,
to live your life in the darkness,
without any bliss.
To try and take all the strength that you have,
to do just one thing.
How hard that is.
Oh but what joy it brings.
They do not really understand,
the thoughts in your head.
The many different voices,
their words that made you bled.
And you try and you try
and each day is a challenge.
You do not give up your hope,
you try to ease the damage.
All you want is someone to be there.
Someone to hug you and really care.
Someone to listen and not say a word.
Someone who understands and that you are heard.
No. They do not really understand.
They are too preoccupied to care.
Maybe one day it will happen to them,
and then they will understand and learn.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem