I've thought about what would happen.
If I were to disappear.
Or simply pass away.
My head spins in the thoughts.
Wishing death upon me.
These terrible thoughts are stuck.
Lining the walls of my head,
Consuming anything positive.
Shoving me into this depressed space.
I can't control it, It controls me,
The silence becomes louder than the noise,
The emptiness becomes unbearable.
The phone, laying there,
Lifeless without a single text or notification.
I just wish someone would care.
Everyone's got a life.
Except me.
I just want to feel normal again.
I just want to be happy,
I can't even think anymore.
These emotions leave me empty once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem