I have tried climbing the walls of my depression
but the bricks are far too slippery
every attempt has ended in failure
and me falling down again
I tried to use the ivy as a rope
only to find it came away in my hands
the stronger stuff is covered with thorns
and draws blood from those who touch it
I cannot create a ladder
as I do not have the knowledge I need
even if I did manage to build one
if would just sink in the mud
and leave me even more stranded
I may know a way to beat this
just need to use my mind
a big enough hammer may do the job
now all I have to do is find one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem