I found out what im feeling.
A depression thats not healing.
An intention of stealing reality.
And replace it with dreams of no meaning.
Why cant i repare myself? 
Why cant anybody understand? 
Im not ok! 
Im not fine! 
Im not happy...
not sad...
Im depressed! 
I feel stress! 
From everyone around me pushing me all the way.
And still i hadnt met my limits yet...
Until today.
But i got a feeling that this is just the beginning not the end.
A dream is a demon of my reality...
Not A Friend.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem