I cry but there's no tears,
I whisper but it doesn't make a sound,
I quiver under your feet, but you just don't notice.
The things I do is nothing,
As my life has desolved and dies on your feet,
Nobody decides to notice.
As myself am not noticeable,
So I don't go around saying 'Hello',
You don't care if I cry because you don't know.
I go around you but do not acknowledge,
As I linger in your shadows,
Sadly you find me and decide to stomp.
How strong I was, how healthy I would have been,
I hold a knife on my hand and say,
'Mom, oh, how healthy I could have been'
I'm emotionally sick, it doesn't matter how I
Look on the outside. Mom, I'm emotionally ill,
It's something that may not recover.
I try to stay away,
But it keeps on coming back,
Oh, how stressfull it is to be,
The one that is not needed, and forever
not to be used. I try to stay strong,
Thinking I can go on my own.
I thought it was ok to cry, but, there
Is no one for you to be held. I
Keep things to myself, but it only hurts more,
Oh, God, please tell me what to do, But thus,
I will never get my answer for word.
Oh, how sick it is to be the sick...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rose a lovely poem about suffering in solitude but look around so many hand to take away our pain...just trust them 10+++