it feels like you got stabbed in the back.
it feels like you’re invisible;
you feel lifeless.
it feels like you’re all by yourself,
in this cold, lonely world.
you feel… alone.
people are really cold hearted, you think to yourself,
but in reality, they really are…
they’re all heartless.
all you do is sleep and eat.
you lose communication with everyone.
you’re restless.
you have nobody’s shoulder to lean on,
nobody will ever understand how you feel.
so you keep it all bottled up inside your soul.
ugly, stupid, crazy, damaged.
that’s how you feel about yourself.
your tears run down your rosy red cheeks.
every day, you look at yourself in the mirror, hating the view.
remembering those unbearable memories and thinking,
i can’t hold it in no more; the anger. and the glass bottle finally shatters.
you resolve to dealing with the problems on your own,
your emotional, mental, and physical pain.
the scars remain.
you feel better during the process, but not after.
you have nothing else to help you cope…
i’m finished. i’m done.
you feel like you have no other way to go…
there is one way…
No one will ever notice that I disappeared. i’ll be
gone.
forever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem