No one knows my pain,
The tears I cry before I sleep,
I always seem happy...
'Cause I know what depression does to one,
NO ONE deserves to suffer from it.
But someone does to keep happiness there.
To stop the sickness.
Depression is a sickness no one should ever know the pain of...
But SADLY I do know the pain...
very well...too well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart touching confronting piece depicting depression - the loss of sunshine in a life at its deplorable low ebb. Beautiful poem, focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing Diane.