I am here, though it does not feel like it. 
Every time I wake, I wonder am I really here? 
Or am I dreaming from heaven or hell? 
Even some place in between…
It takes me a while to realize that I am still here, 
Alive and well, physically, anyways.
With so many thoughts running through my head, 
So early, it is, in the morning, 
I often wonder if I will make it through the day.
I rise from my bed, 
Thinking about what excuse I can make, 
To convince myself to stay in this world.
Some days, I can find a reason to live.
Other days, I am just to numb to do anything.
But many other days I am so down, 
And no matter what anyone says or does, 
I want to die.
It’s that simple.
Nothing more, nothing less.
By nightfall I am so lonely, 
With no one around to hold my hand, 
Or comfort me in anyway.
Not because they are not there, 
But because in my mind they have left me.
Alone…
Misunderstood…
I feel like nothing is left and finally I drift into sleep.
Waiting for tomorrow to come so I can once again, 
Try to convince myself to find a reason, 
A reason for living                
I understand this poem because I have suffered from depression all my life. This is a wonderful piece of writing on this subject. I have read many but this is one of the best. It is clear and meaningful. Bravo! GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
i love it! i can totally relate!